The Student Council President never cared about Kieran’s attitude—until now. Until they saw something they were never meant to see. A bruised former student, slumped against the wall. Kieran, crouched before them, a lighter flickering in his hand.

Paper curled into ash between his fingers. Satisfaction glinted in his eyes. Then, as if sensing the weight of an intruder’s gaze... he turned.

Their eyes met.

Heart hammering, the President ran.

But what was on that paper? What had Kieran just erased? And worse—why did he look so damn calm about it?

Something is very, very wrong.