The morning sun hit me like a personal insult as I walked out of the gym. Four hours of sleep, one kiss from Noel that scrambled my brain worse than any punch, and a mysterious meeting with my estranged half-sister looming over everything like a storm cloud with daddy issues.
Just another Tuesday in the life of Rome D'Angelo.
My phone buzzed. Cheon.
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE RESTING BEFORE TONIGHT.
I typed back while dodging a group of first-years who scattered like pigeons when they saw me coming. The whole "dangerous ability user who hospitalized the golden boy" reputation had its perks.
CAN'T SLEEP. BRAIN WON'T SHUT UP.
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU SPENT THE MORNING MAKING OUT WITH NOEL INSTEAD OF TRAINING.
I stopped walking.
HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT?
MERA TOLD ME. SHE SAW YOU THROUGH A PORTAL.
