Chapter 59
Vanya
"I was wondering if we could talk," Kyle said, his voice smooth, casual—too casual.
I turned and met his gaze with a sharp glare.
There had always been something off about him. From the very first week at Thalvion, I'd sensed it—that fox-in-sheep’s-clothing vibe. Too polished. Too charming. Always hovering just far enough away from trouble to look clean, but close enough to know where it lived.
He wore the title of "golden boy" too, but even that shine couldn’t mask the cracks I’d noticed. Especially not when Kross was around.
Because that was the truth: Kyle had always been second-best. Talented? Yes. Tactical? Definitely. But never first. Not when Kross was in the picture. And in a place like Thalvion, being second wasn’t good enough. Not when the Alpha Trials were
