Lombard slid back into his seat like nothing happened. Earlier, he’d excused himself to “use the restroom.” No conversation needed with Finn—everything he wanted to say was already typed out and handed over.Honestly, he didn’t suddenly care about high school kids. This was just… convenience.Finn read through the message slowly. Then frowned. He looked up at Lombard, confused.“No one would go this far,” he said. “All I have to do is explain my ideas. He’ll pass me based on merit.”Abigail took the phone from him and skimmed through the text. Her brows knit together. She looked at Lombard again.Wait—what? Did he actually expect Finn to know this? Even she wouldn’t have considered something this detailed.“It’s already too late anyway,” Finn added, handing the phone back.Lombard didn’t react. Like he hadn’t heard a word.Abigail sighed softly. “Just go on and read it, dear,” she said gently. “Try as much as you can.”Finn reluctantly reread the message for the rest of the time he ha

Everywhere was quieter than it had any right to be. The Belmonts were known for not saying things they didn’t mean. It was as if some invisible gravitational force guided their words. Five years ago, they had predicted that a building would collapse—a massive supermarket at the time. Architects inspected it, found nothing wrong. But on the exact date and hour the Belmonts had warned, it had crumbled. No lives were lost, thanks to their warning. A mysterious, eerie accuracy that made people uneasy.So now, as Cassian ranted about some impending “divine accident,” everyone around felt that same unsettling chill.The principal of Finn’s school had been summoned. He hurried over, torn between excitement for his student and dread for the man Cassian had threatened.The door to the important man's car finally opened. He stepped out.“Do we have a problem, young man? Even if you begged my daughter on your knees, you wouldn’t touch the heel of her shoe,” the man said, irritation sharp in his