I knew something was wrong the moment I walked into the dining hall for breakfast. Conversations stopped mid-sentence as students noticed me, their eyes tracking my movement across the room with predatory interest. Phones appeared like magic, screens angled in my direction as people pretended to check messages while actually filming my reaction to whatever catastrophe had exploded overnight.
My own phone had been buzzing nonstop since 6 AM, but I’d been too afraid to look at it. The DM from @AshwickSecrets yesterday had promised that today’s post would feature me, and judging by the collective stares, they’d delivered on that threat.
“Isabella.” Roni appeared at my elbow, her face pale beneath perfectly applied makeup. “We need to talk. Now.”
She steered me toward an empty table in the
