VALENTINA’S POV
Someone was watching me. I knew how irrational it sounded and how paranoid it looked, but that didn't change the feeling.
It followed me from class to class. From the library to the cafeteria. From volleyball practice back to North Hall. Every time I turned around, I expected to catch someone staring. Every time I glanced over my shoulder, the crowd looked normal, too normal and that was what bothered me.
Whoever had posted that account knew exactly who I was. Whoever it was knew who had stolen the investigator's files, knew exactly who sent the message,
HE KNOWS NOW
And clearly knew more than they should.
The worst part?
I didn't know whether "he" meant Damon or someone much worse.
I shoved my hands deeper into my hoodie pockets as I crossed the campus quad. Studen
