Two days had passed since that cursed dance class.
Two days of pure torture disguised as academy life.
Ava had been clingy always finding excuses to sit next to him, brush against him, ask him questions she clearly already knew the answers to. Her smiles were sweet, her touches casual but deliberate.
Celestia, on the other hand, was subtler. She didn't flirt. She didn't seduce. She simply existed in his orbit, making it clear through small gestures—a saved seat, a shared glance, a precisely timed comment that she had staked some kind of claim.
And Kai? Kai was Kai. Loud, stupid, endlessly optimistic, and somehow always managing to say the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time.
Jax had been bored out of his mind.
But today was different.
Today, he was excited.
He stood in his dorm room, adjusting the collar of his suit. The fabric was expensive—tailored perfectly to fit his frame. Paige had it delivered that morning
He looked at himself in the mirror.
