Chapter 68 0068

• HENRY'S POV
• The hallway of FCY International High felt tighter than usual, the air thick with an unseen tension that thrummed in my veins. I peeked into the back courtyard, where I could see Liam and Niyla deep in discussion, their faces close enough that I felt an instinctual knot tighten in my gut. Watching them together, laughter spilling from Niyla's lips, that familiar rage flared in my chest. I hadn’t felt this way in months. Not since…
• I shook my head, trying to clear the morose thoughts of what I had lost. I shoveled my hands in my pockets and took a breath, drawing on that mixture of anger and determination that had fueled me countless times before. My late father owned this school, and with it, the power of its authority rested on my shoulders. I strode toward them, the clack of my boots echoing harshly as I approached.