Roman’s POV
The air was thick with salt, sunscreen, and tension.
I’d barely stepped out of the game circle when my phone buzzed.
Faculty.
My stomach clenched. A name I didn’t expect: Dean Halbridge.
"Roman Sinclair. Office. Now."
No explanation. No patience. Just those words. Like a f*****g guillotine.
I walked fast, jaw tight, heat pulsing under my skin. Something was off. Way off. They wouldn’t call me in the middle of a school trip unless they knew. Unless someone said something.
When I got to the office tucked near the camp lodge, the door was already open.
Inside, three people sat behind a long table.
Dean Halbridge. Professor Evans. And the school director.
Next to them on speakerphone were voices I knew too well.
My father. Mark. Ariana’s mother.
My blood ran cold.
Dea
