Aeria grabbed Damon’s hand and stood up. “Good idea. We’re going to go to his dorm to watch a movie. Want to meet at the cafeteria around seven?”
“Can we make it six thirty? I want to get to the library as soon as I can.” I said.
They headed out the door, hand in hand. “No problem!” Aeria called. “Whoever gets there first gets a table.”
Although I made fun of Damon all the time, I knew he cared about Aeria. When he was in my mind with President Spire, I could feel both of their emotions. The price of sharing the same space, I guess. Damon felt a strong bond to Aeria. And, strangely enough, both of them had a fairly strong attachment to me as well. But President Spire held something darker; she held guilt. But it was bigger than me. There was something else she hadn’t told us. Wherever s
