The week of final exams had descended like a silent storm.
Campus buildings buzzed with tension, library lights flickered deep into the night, coffee shops overflowed with exhausted students, and whiteboards were scribbled with equations, timelines, and panicked doodles. For the Wolfe twins and their circle, it was survival mode, but with a twist of style.
Luna sat in the university library, legs crossed beneath her, notes color-coded and headphones draped around her neck. Across from her, Saige yawned and rested her forehead on the table.
"I can't feel my brain anymore," Saige mumbled.
"You said that twenty minutes ago," Luna replied with a soft laugh, handing her friend a chocolate bar. "Sugar revives the soul."
Asher slid into the seat beside Luna, his presence immediately grounding. His hand brushed against hers under the table, subtle, possessive, sending a shiver through her spine.
