The marble halls of Montclair Academy hummed with whispers long after the incident with Adrian and Seraphine. Their reign over the school’s social order was absolute, their words sharp enough to ruin reputations in a heartbeat. Everyone saw what happened — and everyone saw Julian Crestwell standing at Adrian’s side when it did. The Iron Fist had loomed there in silence, a wall of discipline and strength lending weight to Adrian’s cruelty. But silence had teeth. It gnawed at Julian long after th...