The afternoon dragged like a slow heartbeat. I tried to distract myself with the untouched breakfast whilst scrolling through old ssages. But my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
I was still staring at my phone when the screen lit up again. This ti around it was a notification from a new post in the school forum by the anonymous.
My stomach clenched, what now? My new secret dropping? Or the world is ending tomorrow? I double tapped on it to open it. It says.
"Don’t miss tonight’s surprise. 6PM sharp. Sothing spicy for those craving the truth will drop."
A chill ran down my spine. Sothing spicy? Wait, is this person going to release my hideout? No way, I an that ain’t a secret.
In order to gather so clues, I rushed to the comnts. It was already exploding with students, strangers and even reporters. Everyone was speculating what would be revealed next.
But none of those suggestions made sense to . "What truth? Why is this anonymous doing this? What does he or she want from ?
"Arghhh, I’m going crazy right now."
I threw my phone aside,my heart began pounding. Whoever this person was, they wanted to make sure I couldn’t breathe for even a second.
But before I could process anything further, another notification popped up.
This ti, it was a text. From Lysander, it says....
"Hey Kianna, I need to talk to you tonight. It’s urgent. et at 6PM, please.
I’ll text the address. It’s safe, I promise.
And... maybe have dinner with ? I’ll explain everything there.
I blinked at the screen, frowning. Dinner? At 6PM? The exact sa ti Anonymous said sothing big was coming?
Coincidence? Maybe. But Lysander never sounded this desperate before. What does he have to say?Is it about the anonymous?
I stared at his na for a long mont, my thoughts colliding — Mordred’s warning replaying in my head like an echo.
"Don’t open the door for anyone except " and "Stay where I can see you."
I bit my lip, pacing the room. Part of wanted to call Mordred and tell him. But what if Lysander really did know sothing? What if this was my only chance to figure out who Anonymous was before things got worse?
Besides, Mordred couldn’t control my every move. I wasn’t so fragile glass doll for him to lock away.
Decision made, I texted back.
"Okay. 6PM. I’ll be there."
Lysander replied instantly. "Perfect. I’ll wait for you."
Then I set my phone down, heart pounding faster than it should. Guilt flickered through — but excitent too, the dangerous kind that whispered I was doing sothing reckless.
By 5:30, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My hands trembled slightly as I brushed my hair and grabbed a jacket.
"You’re just eting a friend," I muttered to myself. "Just dinner. That’s all."
Still, as I stepped out into the evening air, sothing in my chest felt heavy — like I was walking straight into a storm I didn’t see coming.
At exactly 6:02 pm, I reached the restaurant.
It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, dimly lit and intimate but far too nice for sothing "urgent."
Lysander was already there, waiting at a corner table. His usual cheerful smile was gone. He looked tense, hands wrapped around a coffee cup that had long gone cold.
When he saw , he stood quickly. "Kianna, you ca." he muttered.
I nodded, trying to sound casual. "You said it was urgent. What’s going on?"
He motioned for to sit, glancing around nervously before leaning closer.
"I think I found out who Anonymous might be."
My breath hitched. "What?"
"Shh," he warned softly, eyes darting toward the window. "I can’t be sure yet, but... sothing isn’t right at school. People are getting paid to leak stuff, Kianna. Soone powerful is behind all this."
He swallowed hard, before continuing. "And the post tonight—it’s not just about you. But Mordred too."
My pulse quickened. "What do you an?" I asked.
He hesitated, lowering his voice until it was barely a whisper.
"Anonymous isn’t just after your reputation. They’re trying to expose Mordred’s secrets. Real ones. And if that video goes live at six..."
Before he could finish, his phone vibrated violently on the table.
He glanced at it and froze. On his screen flashed a notification from the forum:
Anonymous: "The countdown ends now."
The restaurant lights flickered once, twice and the sound of phones buzzing filled the room as every screen lit up at once.
The new post was live.
And this ti, the headline read:
"Mordred Sinclair — The Truth Behind His Past."
What the actual hell is going on? I didn’t bother to read more. I turned to Lysander and asked. " How did you find out, tonight’s post will be about Mordred and not just ? Huh?"
"Haa..." he breathed, then reached for my wrist on the table. "...calm down first Kianna and listen to carefully, I want you to stay away from Mordred. Please Kianna...it’s dangerous."
"I asked you a question Lysander, how did you know?" I asked, freeing myself from him.
"I heard a friend talking about it. And I personally think Anonymous is Maddox." He replied, with a frowned face.
I stood up from my chair imdiately, and glared at him well. "What the hell?"
Before he could reply, a voice cut through. " Didn’t I tell you not to co out of the house Kianna?"
We both turned imdiately, it was Mordred. He was standing at the entrance of the bar holding his helt.
Lysander and I exchanged glances in awe. I didn’t want to make a scene, and so I decided to go and speak to him in private.
"Excuse Lysander, we’ll talk later." I told him. He gave a shy smile and nodded his head in acceptance.
I went to grab Mordred by wrist and dragged him toward the parking lot behind the restaurant. My hand was still gripping his wrist tight when I turned to face him.
"How the hell did you know I’d be here?" I demanded, my voice trembling sowhere between anger and relief.
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