Windsor's POV
Every instinct told me to stay away. My body fought against the decision, muscles tense with the urge to flee in the opposite direction. Apex Academy no longer felt like an educational institution. It had transformed into something darker, more sinister. A grand stage where performances had been choreographed long before my arrival, and I was only now discovering my unwitting role in this twisted production.
Yet my feet carried me forward.
Something deep in my core whispered that answers awaited me there.
The gymnasium overflowed with students, their voices creating a low hum of anticipation across the packed bleachers. Then he emerged from the shadows.
Mr. Sinclair.
His predatory gaze cut through the masses, locating me with unsettling precision. Like a hunter who had caught the scent of wounded prey.
His lips curved into a smile that suggested he had been counting on my presence.
