The chilly wind bit at my skin as I stepped out of the car, Kyle lingered behind me with his usual unreadable expression. It was a miracle I didn’t encounter Judas. The coat he’d given me still hung heavy around my shoulders. My breath fogged in the early morning air, and I clenched my fingers around the small, inconspicuous flash drive tucked safely into the pocket of my jeans.
Ivan must be waiting. As I walked toward the cafetaria, my mind raced. Judas was a monster, something worse. A shadow that crept into places no one dared to go.
I stepped inside the cafeteria where several students were gathered. To my relief I didn’t find Alina. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did little to calm the nausea churning in my stomach. There, in the back corner, he sat. Ivan.
Tall, brown-haired, a
