"Americus could turn anything into a production."
The aftermath of her midnight encounter with Carroway had left Silver feeling like she was skating on ice that was too thin to support her weight—every step forward threatened to send her plunging into something she wasn't prepared to handle. The memory of his kiss lingered like the taste of something sweet that turned bitter on the tongue, and she'd spent the following days avoiding both him and Eli with the practiced skill of someone who'd learned to navigate around emotional landmines.
But Americus, as always, had other plans that didn't accommodate Silver's desire to hide in Gothic towers until the semester ended.
