Looking at where the moon is placed out my window, I note it’s nearly midnight. The dorm is still, yet my mind races too fast for sleep. The journal lies open on my bed as I pace around the room, replaying Dad’s memory until it burns in my head, tangling with everything Sylas confessed earlier and Oliver’s haunted eyes when I fled after our kiss.
Dad’s voice echoes in my mind. He said he had to keep me safe and that the darkness isn’t the only thing that can hurt me. I figure he’s talking about Mom, but what is the darkness? Nighttime? Or is it the curse? Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about Oliver. Perhaps he’s the answer to a question I don’t yet understand.
The more I try to make sense of it, the tighter the knot in my chest becomes. The questions are too heavy to hold any lon
