—Natasha’s POV—
There was something odd about the quiet that followed a rainstorm—how the world would catch its breath, how the wet leaves stuck to every tremble of wind as if they were listening for someone, or something. The cobblestones on the campus path were still shiny beneath my boots, catching the hazy yellow light of the streetlamps in shivering pools of light.
I should have headed directly to the dorms. I reminded myself that more than once. But something in the atmosphere had changed, and intuitively, I could feel it in my bones—he was close.
I didn't register his footsteps. Not even the slightest shuffle. But I knew. Like I always knew when Zane was near. His presence came like the shadow falling on my skin—quiet, but indelible. That electric tingle wrapped itself around the
