AMARA’S POV
Daniel’s hand was firm on my wrist as he pulled me away from Nina. His stride was strong, unbothered, as though he had every right to drag me through the crowded hallway. My chest pounded so loud I thought people could hear it.
What if Nina really knew?
Her words echoed in my head like a curse. “It’s not the janitor but him… or is it both?”
My stomach twisted. The way her eyes had glittered with triumph terrified me more than anything. Nina never let go of things. If she suspected…if she had even the faintest idea—she would use it to burn me alive.
“Don’t look back,” Daniel muttered under his breath. His tone was steady, protective in a way that almost startled me.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My throat was tight, my palms sweaty. I let him pull me until the crowd thinned,
