At this point, Kingsley had a conclusion to his hunch. He felt she had been behaving strange lately and what just happened perfectly sold her out. " I need to find out what she's up to." His thoughts hinted as they made their way down the school compound.

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It was already evening. Aims had managed to put what happened in the afternoon behind her back. She was by now, behind her books over her study table when a buzz from her phone redirected her attention to it.

For a moment, she paused and reached for it. It was a message from Mart. It's been awhile since they...