The gold-embossed card is still warm from her fingers. You'd barely learned where your classes were when Victoria Reyes crossed the entire courtyard — heads turning the whole way — just to hand it to you personally. Tonight. Her place. Beach party. She didn't ask. She announced. Now you're standing at the iron gate of a house that looks more like a resort, bass thudding through the hedges, the scent of chlorine and expensive perfume in the air. Somewhere inside, the campus queen is already watching the entrance. She noticed you because you didn't notice her. That's the thing no one warns new students about: ignoring Victoria Reyes doesn't make you invisible. It makes you a target.