Damon POV
The library was nearly deserted at 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday. Only the desperate and the sleepless remained. I’d come here to dig through old newspaper archives on Professor Lang’s “suicide,” but my mind kept drifting back to Lila.
I was scanning microfiche when I heard footsteps. Soft and familiar. Then her scent.
Lila appeared at the end of the row, wearing an oversized hoodie and tiny shorts that made her legs look endless.
“Sienna has photos,” she said without preamble. “From the art studio. Clear ones. She’s blackmailing me.”
Rage flared hot in my chest. I stepped closer, backing her into the shadows of the tall stacks. “What does she want?”
“Me to help destroy Kara for Delta Sigma presidency. And she wants you.” Lila’s voice cracked slightly. “She told me to stay awa
