Tuesday morning at Ashford Elite Academy started the same way every morning had started for the past week.
With gasps.
Phei stepped out of the sleek black car—one of the fleet Melissa had quietly assigned to him, because apparently being her nephew's secret lover came with transportation benefits that didn't scream I'm banging my aunt—and the reaction was immediate.
A group of sophomore girls near the fountain literally stopped mid-conversation. One of them dropped her iced coffee. The cup hit the ground and exploded across the pavement in a splash of caramel and cream, but she didn't even notice. Just stood there, mouth hanging open, watching him walk like he'd personally invented gravity and was now demonstrating it for free.
He didn't acknowledge them.
Didn't even glance.
