I sat at the back of the library, trying to keep my head down. My law books were open in front of me, but I couldn't make sense of the notes. Every time I tried to read a sentence, I just saw Killian’s face or felt the way Silas looked at me. My mind was a mess, and I knew my grades were going to show it soon.
"Focus, Elena," I whispered. I picked up my highlighter, trying to do just one page of contract law.
That was when I felt it. A cold chill went down my back, like someone was standing right behind me. I looked up slowly. Across the room, near the back shelves, a man was standing there. He wasn't a student. He looked like he was in his fifties, wearing a grey suit that looked far too expensive for a university library. He wasn't looking at the books. He was staring straight at me.
