Meanwhile at the Academy…
Asher had finally returned after three days of absence. With his charm dialed all the way up, his crisp uniform fitting perfectly, and his polished shoes clicking across the hall, he turned heads the moment he stepped inside.
Whispers floated through the halls like feathers on the wind—most of them from the female students.
"He looks even hotter than before…"
"Did he get taller?"
"gods, that jawline…"
It wasn't just the female students sneaking glances at him and whispering under their breaths—some calling him cute, others just staring like he was a walking daydream—but even the Principal greeted him with a rare smile, clasping her hands in front of her chest.
"Thank you, Asher," she said sweetly. "Because of you, the Academy's sponsorship remains secure."
But Asher only gave her a wary look. At this point, he didn't trust her either. What if she was also working with Veyna?
Still, that wasn't the only thing weighing on his mind.
