Kianna's Pov:
The bike growled to a stop in the faculty lot at 8:47 am. I yanked the helmet off, hair still damp and tangled from the shower, Mordred's oversized T-shirt hanging off one shoulder.
He killed the engine and swung a leg over, but I was already moving.
"Keys," I said, holding out my hand.
He dropped them into my palm without argument. "Text me when it's over." he whispered softly.
I didn't answer, I just bolted. But the second I stepped onto the quad, the stares hit like hail.
Heads swiveled, and Phones were lifted. A ripple of whispers and murmuring followed me across the pavement.
"Did you see her?"
"She's actually shameless…"
"They're saying she's literally living at Mordred Sinclair's house now."
"Guess the rumors were true.."
My stomach twisted, but I straightened my back and stepped onto the polished tiles, heels clicking softly.
