Windsor's POV
The heavy thud of Mr. Sinclair' office door echoed behind us as we stepped into the hallway. He stayed inside, and the moment Zion mentioned the situation extending beyond school grounds, Mr. Sinclair took his side without hesitation.
Typical. That man only cared about protecting the academy's reputation.
The tension from the office followed us into the corridor, clinging to the air like smoke.
Evelyn's heels clicked rapidly against the polished marble as she hurried after Zion.
"Zion, please wait. You can't just remove me from the faction."
"You don't even know me," she continued, desperation creeping into her voice.
Zion stopped and turned to face her. "Exactly," he said, his tone sharp with irritation. "So why choose me?"
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and I watched desperation surface in her features. "I have feelings for you," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing. "I respect your faction, and I thought joining you was the right choice."
