Zara’s POV
THE NEXT MORNING….
The moment I stepped out into the hallway, I knew.
I knew by the way the air shifted, thick and electric, every whisper pulling at my skin like cold fingers. Blackwood Academy had always been cruel, but today—it was worse. Today, I wasn’t just Zara, the user. Today, I was Zara, the murderer.
And they made sure I felt it.
Phones were lifted like weapons, the glow of screens catching my face from every angle. A sea of eyes turned toward me, wide with mock horror, hungry with excitement. Whispers didn’t bother to stay whispers anymore—they hissed my name like a curse.
“Look, that’s her—”
“She killed him. I swear, she killed him.”
“Check the video. She promised to go for the throat. And now? Kai’s throat. Exactly like she said.”
I wanted to shrink, but my
