Iva's blood turned to ice.
The face before her was familiar—too familiar. She had seen it in the corridors, at the canteen, at various academy events. A face that had always seemed charming, confident, almost arrogant. A face that had never once raised any alarm bells.
Until now.
"Silviu," she breathed, the name falling from her lips like poison.
Silviu Conti smiled—a slow, predatory curl of his lips that made her skin crawl. His dark eyes gleamed with something she had never seen before. Something dark. Something hungry. Something utterly unhinged.
"Surprised?" he asked, his voice soft and mocking. "You shouldn't be. I've been watching you for so long, Ivana. So very long."
Iva's back was pressed against the locked door, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her mind raced, trying t
