Raine walked into the practice room the next morning with a singular focus—burying every doubt.
No distractions. No mind games. Just the stage.
But the moment she stepped inside, she felt it. A shift.
The usual whispers weren't just about competition anymore. They were about her.
"She thinks she's better than everyone."
"Did you hear? Someone's been digging into her past."
"I bet she's hiding something."
Raine kept her expression neutral, but inside—her pulse was sharp, cutting.
Who started this?
She didn't get an answer. But she did get an audience.
Zayne and Kairo.
Both watching her. Too closely.
Kairo's gaze was unreadable, but Zayne? He smirked. Like he knew something she didn't.
"Morning, superstar," Zayne drawled. "Rough night?"
Raine met his gaze, her voice like steel. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Zayne chuckled, but Kairo's eyes never left her.
She wasn't the only one being watched.
And whoever started this?
They were getting bolder.