Amelia

Noah leaned back in his seat, taking in the unexpected turn of events. He had no idea Amelia would be the person waiting for him in the sleek limo. When he'd saved her from that van days ago, he hadn't given her his name, hadn't even stayed long enough to hear her thank you. He'd simply disappeared into the night, thinking it was just another day where his mysterious "system" had led him to intervene. He never thought she would find him, much less track him down to his school.

But here she was.

Amelia's elegance was hard to miss. She sat across from him, her posture poised and graceful, her long dark hair framing her face, and her soft expression gave her a glow he couldn't describe. The way she crossed her legs with such ease and confidence only added to the aura of wealth and privilege that surrounded her.