"Her voice was frost."
Silver left the ballroom still wearing Eli's hoodie, Carroway's text burning a hole in her pocket.
Ask him about the scholarship he stole.
She'd deal with that later. Or never. Preferably never.
But first, she had to survive whatever was waiting for her back at the dorm.
The walk across campus felt longer than usual. The Gothic buildings loomed dark against the gray sky, their stone faces indifferent to the drama playing out below. Students hurried past in groups, laughing about weekend plans, complaining about midterms. Silver envied them. The ease of their problems. The simplicity of just being a college student without the weight of a former career pressing down on every decision.
The phone buzzed across Silver's desk like it was trying to escape.
