Trinity stared at the recorder. This wasn’t a prank. This wasn’t a crush finally noticing her. This was a weapon, and he was handing her the trigger.
It smelled like old dust and warm electronics. Kael stood by the projector table, his silhouette cut by the sliver of light from the high window. -InnocentHigh- Trinity May -Trinity Does What I...
The words, scrawled in sharp, unforgiving ink on the front of the note, weren’t a question. They were a command. And the “I” belonged to the one person at this school who had never asked Trinity for anything: Kael Vance. Trinity stared at the recorder