Ariana’s POV
I wasn’t planning to find him today.
I’d told myself I’d give him space, that it wasn’t my place to ask about the girl who showed up like a ghost draped in lip gloss and danger.
But when I saw her…
Clara.
The name alone made my skin crawl. Everyone on campus was talking some shocked, others thrilled but me?
I felt sick.
No one had seen her for years. Rumors said she transferred. Some whispered she ran. Others said worse things I’d brushed off as gossip because they didn’t matter.
But now she was here. Alive.
Beautiful.
And she looked at me like she knew something I didn’t.
Like I was the one who didn’t belong.
I needed answers.
And I knew exactly where to find them.
I spotted Roman in the back corner of the library the quietest wing, tucked between legal history
