ALEXANDROS
The scent of her blood—of her—still fills my senses. My mouth waters, and I tell myself that it is nothing more than the shadow of a memory. It has nothing to do with the girl.
I scan the text on my computer screen before lingering on the headline: “Teen Girl Burns Down High School”
The article reveals the cause of the fire was never confirmed, but an ambiguous title will not sell nearly as many newspapers. I make it a personal mission of mine to know about every student who attends this college, and the unfortunate fate that met Miss Hart’s dorm mate a few weeks ago was bizarre enough to bring them both to my attention. At the time, as gruesome as that whole affair was, it seemed entirely unrelated to Ophelia. Thanks to the university’s efforts to keep the incident under wra
