Lily's POV
He was a vision in the black and silver of the academy uniform, his curtain of charcoal dark hair falling over his avenging angel-esque profile. He was leaning into my locker, with those gloved hands of his carefully pressed on the printed pictures. His eyes shut, his nose close to the pictures as he sniffed, searching for a scent.
A bloodhound on the hunt.
Rhea and Chelsea were in their own little world and I was the first person to see him, to see the range of emotions that crossed his face. Horror, confusion, rage and finally the cold hard need for vengeance.
It could have all been a lie actually.
Zac wore deceptive masks as easily as he wore those avant garde necklaces around his neck. The first few seconds I met him, he was charming, suave, smooth, ready to sweep me of
