Sallie's POV
St. Chaim Reform Academy never offered protection without securing dirt first—blackmail material that kept mouths shut. But Draven's fractured mind obeyed no such rules. When sanity shattered, what secrets stayed buried?
Word started leaking about St. Chaim Reform Academy.
Normally, nobody paid attention to a lunatic's ramblings. But cops began linking Draven's wild stories to cold cases—missing people, trafficking rings. Suddenly, St. Chaim Reform Academy found itself under police investigation.
Decades in the shadows had taught the academy how to dodge investigators. This time, though, their usual sleight of hand wasn't working—diversions backfired, smoke screens collapsed.
Todd had kept me in the dark about his Draven scheme. I only learned about it when St. Chaim's men showed up at my doorstep.
I knew the timing wasn't right yet. Rushing into battle would help nobody. So I went with them to face their so-called instructor, Jerry.
