Damian's car glided to a halt in front of Campbell Academy with the kind of smooth authority that made people glance twice. The polished black hood reflected the towering gates of the academy—golden letters embossed across the arch like it owned the street. Rosemont Avenue had always been known for its wealth, discipline, and conservative prestige, but today it felt heavier, thicker… like the air knew something dangerous was about to happen.
Inside the car, Kelvin kept shifting in his seat, leaning forward to try and see out the window, grumbling each time Alina moved and blocked his view. His curiosity was boiling, but he didn't want to admit it.
Damian, on the other hand, sat perfectly still.
Still… but simmering.
