Christiana's POV
The Blackwood Academy was buzzing with the latest rumors. The lockdown, the shift to monarchy, the whispers about her brother.
But Christiana? She couldn't care less about the gossip.
She sat in the VIP lounge of the academy, surrounded by her usual entourage. Elena, Amelia, and a few other high-status girls—all from the most powerful families still loyal to the Blackwoods.
But today, none of them dared to speak first.
Christiana sipped her tea, finally looking up. "Go on. Say whatever it is you're all dying to ask."
Elena hesitated before speaking. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" Christiana asked, feigning disinterest.
"That Classic…" Elena swallowed. "That he—killed someone last night."
The air stilled.
Christiana placed her cup down with an elegant precision. Her expression remained perfectly composed.
"If he did, then they deserved it."
The room fell into silence.
No one dared to question the blackwood heir—or his sister.