Later that evening, Cece was called by one of the professors, leaving Evelyn to walk back to her room alone. As she crossed the courtyard, the clouds rumbled above, announcing an impending downpour. She quickened her pace, not wanting to get drenched.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she glanced back to see who it was. When it turned out to be just a few students walking past her, she exhaled softly and turned forward again, only to collide with someone.
"Oh!" she gasped.
The books in her hands slipped through and scattered across the ground. Before she could stumble backwards, a firm hand caught her by the waist, pulling her against a solid chest.
Startled, she tried to pull away, but the grip didn't loosen around her, making her frown.
So she looked up and found herself face to face with none other than the strange man with sleek grey hair, who had once introduced himself as Drake Viremont.
