Zarek’s POV
The thing about me? I get bored easily. Too easily. And when boredom and suspicion collide, well, let’s just say chaos becomes my favorite dance partner.
Atlas had been walking around with that smug, self-righteous face of his, pretending he’s everyone’s golden boy, while Talia paraded around like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But I wasn’t buying it. Not after what I saw in the restroom. So I decided to stir the pot. Why not? If Atlas was guilty of something, nothing would flush it out faster than pushing him into the fire.
And Jace—sweet, hot-headed, overprotective Jace—was my perfect pawn.
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I picked my moment carefully, right between classes when the corridors buzzed with chatter. Jace was at his desk, scowling at some notes, like frowning hard enough would make hi
