The next day, Xavier rolled up to the academy on his bike, calm and composed like nothing ever happened. The engine purred as he parked it in the usual spot. Clean, quiet, efficient. No one dared to look twice. The ones who did—looked away faster.
He walked into the main building and headed to class.
Didn't matter which one.
After the stunt he pulled on Dominic and his crew, plus the perfect scores on all his courses, he could walk into any class he wanted.
But Xavier wasn't here to study. Not today.
The lectures began. But his eyes weren't on the board. They were somewhere else. Somewhere deeper. He was plotting.
He needed to pick the next target.
His finger tapped slowly against his knee as he thought. Lucas... or Ethan?
Lucas Blackwood. A goddamn walking fortress. Not just in name or power—but in protection. He belonged to the Blackwood family—the wealthiest family in Astraeus City. Hell, they were one of the wealthiest families on the planet.
