Thora woke from her nap to learn that the candidates in the death-like state had already regained consciousness. The one who delivered this news was a man who had somehow climbed through her window at some point—Draven. Thora walked to the table and poured herself a glass of water, then asked bluntly, "How did you know that guy was a psychic-type ability user?" After asking, she took a sip to moisten her throat. As she swallowed, the elegant curve of her neck exuded a lethal kind of allure. A flicker passed through Draven's eyes. "If you'd seen him secretly using his powers, you'd know too." Thora set down the glass and finally looked directly at Draven. His mask had already been removed, revealing a face identical to Darius's. Her brow furrowed. "Did you come find me just to tell me that?"The corner of Draven's mouth suddenly lifted. He stepped forward until he stood right in front of Thora. Thora was still trying to guess what he was up to when she saw his handsome face scrunch up with a hint of grievance. "I'm thirsty too." That familiar tone caught Thora off guard. She handed him the glass. "Go ahead." Draven took it naturally, drinking from the exact spot where Thora's lips had touched, his eyes fixed on her the entire time. That aggressive, burning gaze actually made Thora feel a little uncomfortable. She was about to speak when he asked first, "Between me and Darius, who do you like more?" Barely concealed anticipation flickered in his eyes. Thora answered without hesitation. "Darius." Even though that guy was always making her angry, he had already taken root in her heart. He was the mate she had chosen."Do you like Darius? Or is it just because you're legally mates?" Draven's tone carried a hint of probing. Thora thought for a moment, then answered. "The former." The way his image kept drifting into her thoughts unbidden—that feeling was probably what people called "like." Getting his answer, a smile flickered across Draven's lips before he swiftly leaned in and stole a quick kiss from her. "I'll be gone for a while. Take care of yourself. And ... don't go around breaking hearts." He deliberately emphasized those words, as if that was the real point. The moment he finished speaking, he vaulted out the window and quickly disappeared into the night. Thora gazed in the direction Draven had vanished, touching her lips where the warmth still lingered. There was no anger in her eyes. That feeling ... it wasn't Draven at all. It was Darius.As for why he had come to the academy—if her guess was correct, that would explain everything. Thora's eyes darkened with thought. But regardless of whether Draven and Darius were different personalities of the same person, she could tell them apart. She would never confuse them. ... After a day of rest, helicopters arrived early the next morning to transport the new students to the academy. Each freshman received two sets of gray-blue military uniforms emblazoned with the Blue Star Military Academy crest. Thora noticed that all the academy uniforms were primarily blue, varying only in shade—whether for teachers, instructors, or students, the deeper the color seemed to indicate higher strength or status. But that was just her guess. She'd never been particular about what she wore.She stood before the mirror adjusting her appearance, fastening the last button at her collar. Her already excellent figure looked even more sharp and commanding in the uniform. Her face, with its strikingly balanced features, was a sight that pleased the eye. After gathering her things and stepping out of her room, Thora found Tristan and the others already waiting outside her door. Everyone was dressed in their uniforms, yet none of them could hide that roguish, devil-may-care energy. "Boss, the helicopter's already waiting." Tristan was also in uniform, but had habitually left two buttons undone. It reminded her of Darius, though Tristan did it purely for comfort. Thora's gaze landed on Shirley. The petite girl stood among the group in her uniform like a little sapling surrounded by towering trees—she stood out completely. Noticing that Shirley kept fidgeting with her clothes, Thora couldn't help but ask, "Was your uniform custom-made?" She didn't mean anything by it. It was just the first time she'd ever seen Shirley in something that actually fit her properly. Shirley froze. She immediately stopped fidgeting and launched herself at Thora. "Hey! Thora, you're so mean!"