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“If you step off a ledge, gravity pulls you down. It’s not personal.”

But when Vee fell from the rooftop, it didn’t feel like an accident.
And I wasn’t supposed to be there.

One second, she was arguing with him.
The next, she was gone.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t run.
He just looked at me—like he knew I saw.

Everyone says it was a tragic mistake.
But I know what I saw.

Now he’s watching me. Waiting.
And if I say a word… I might be next.

Was it murder? A cover-up? Or something even darker?
There’s only one way to find out.

Read “Cliberated To Kill” now.

Caliberated To Kill

The first thing I registered was warmth.

Not suffocating. Not unbearable. Just… there. Pressed against my skin, curling around my body like a weight I hadn't felt in days. The second thing I registered—

I wasn't in my dorm. My breath hitched, a sharp inhale slicing through the silence. My eyes snapped open. Dim lighting. The scent of old books.

Order.Precision.His room.

Panic clawed at my chest, but my body was still heavy, too slow to respond the way it should have. My fingers curled weakly into the fabric of the blanket over me, my pulse spiking when I realized what it meant.

He brought me here.

His voice was smooth, measured. Almost bored.

I turned my head too fast. A fresh wave of dizziness crashed through me, but I forced myself to focus. He was sitting in the chair by the desk, watching. Not hovering. Not close. Just watching. "You—" My throat was dry. My voice came out rough. I swallowed, trying again. "What the hell?"

One brow lifted slightly, like he was unimpressed by my reaction. "You passed out in the hallway."

I pushed myself up on my elbows. "You could've taken me to the nurse."

"I could have." He leaned back, tilting his head slightly. "But you hate the nurse's office."

I never told him that.

I should've gotten up. Should've walked out. But my limbs still felt disconnected, my mind still felt slow. I forced my voice to steady.

"Why do you care?" Something flickered across his face, too fast to read. Then, calmly—"I don't." I let out a hollow laugh, shaking my head. "Right. Of course you don't." He didn't answer.

Of course he didn't.

My nails dug into my palms. The anger had been buried under exhaustion for too long, but now, sitting here, in his perfect room, with him watching me like I was something fragile—something that needed handling—I felt it crawl back up.

The words burned in my throat, sharp and unforgiving.

No hesitation. No excuse. No justification.

I exhaled sharply, shoving the blanket off and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My vision blurred for a second, but I ignored it, ignored the cold rush in my veins as I forced myself to stand.

I needed to get out of here.

But before I could move, his voice cut through the space between us.

"Step off a ledge, and gravity pulls you down."

His tone was even, almost empty. Like he was stating something obvious. A fact.

"It's not personal," he continued. "It's just the way the world works."

I turned to face him fully. "You think that makes it okay?"

He didn't blink. "I think that makes it inevitable."

He wasn't lying. Wasn't pretending.

He truly believed that's all it was—just another law of the universe. Another step in a sequence.

that was worse than if he had just enjoyed it.

Chapter 20 - Collision