“Trinity does what I say,” Kael repeated softly. “No. Trinity does what she knows is right.”

The words, scrawled in sharp, unforgiving ink on the front of the note, weren’t a question. They were a command. And the “I” belonged to the one person at this school who had never asked Trinity for anything: Kael Vance.

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Kael’s gaze didn’t waver. “Or you’ll finally find out who you are when you stop being everyone else’s puppet.”

“Pretending?”

She unfolded the note in the empty hallway by the lockers. Inside, in that same sharp handwriting:

Kael was quiet. The kind of quiet that made teachers nervous and students whisper. He sat in the back of every class, wore the same grey hoodie regardless of the weather, and had eyes that seemed to dissect everything without permission. Trinity, the bubbly, optimistic cheer captain with the sunshine-yellow scrunchie, should have been his polar opposite. Instead, she felt an invisible string pulling her toward him.