HANNAH
I walked through the school doors with my mates surrounding me, Willa at my side. Jace held my hand firmly, his fingers tracing slow, calming patterns on the back of mine. His touch was meant to soothe me, but my muscles remained tense, coiled tight with lingering unease.
Who could blame me after everything I had been through?
Thankfully, most students had stopped openly staring, though I still caught the occasional glance. I ignored them, keeping my eyes locked on the back of Chase’s head as he walked ahead of us.
None of us spoke. We were all lost in our own thoughts.
Mine were a turbulent mix of anger and frustration. Anger because Asher was still free. Frustration because after everything he and his father had done, they were not only alive but now fueling a war between the
