Silver had been avoiding Eli Hayes for two full days with the dedication of someone training for an Olympic event in strategic evasion.
After he'd appeared in their dorm doorway like some brooding storm cloud that Americus had accidentally summoned through her overconfident bragging about fearlessness, Silver had executed what she considered a masterful tactical retreat. She'd mumbled something vague about needing to "review notes for upcoming assignments" before slipping past his imposing frame and disappearing into the maze of Gothic corridors that connected Yale's residential colleges.
