I found a corner in the back of the third-floor library, tucked away in a cubicle that smelled like old paper and dust. I needed to focus. My law textbooks were open, but the words were blurring together. Every time I blinked, I saw Silas’s cold eyes or felt the ghost of Killian’s hands on my skin.
I was a mess, and my grades were paying for it. I forced myself to write a few lines about contract law, trying to drown out the guilt. I had been hiding for a week, and the weight of it was crushing me.
"Focus, Elena. Just focus," I whispered to myself.
I reached for my highlighter, and that’s when I felt it. That prickling sensation on the back of my neck that told me I wasn't alone. I slowly looked up, peering over the edge of the cubicle.
Across the room, standing near a shelf of th
