Pauline's POV
The morning light streaming through Apex Academy's grand entrance should have felt welcoming. Fresh banners hung from the rafters, celebrating the arrival of nervous newcomers. But none of that registered when I walked through those doors.
Because there he was. Logan.
His back was pressed against the lockers, arms wrapped around some girl whose face I couldn't see. Their lips locked together like they were the only two people in the world.
My chest tightened involuntarily. How could I still react this way? Even after that night when darkness had consumed everything, when his strong arms had been the only thing pulling me back from the edge?
"Come on." Windsor's voice cut through my frozen moment. She stepped out of the restroom, running fingers through her silky hair. "We'll be late."
"Yeah." The word came out rougher than intended. I forced myself to look away as Logan vanished down the corridor with his companion.
