I opened an eye and glanced across the surface of my desk, littered with notebooks, textbooks, and my Fourth Level-issued tablet. After several days in our new classes, my five Third Level classmates and I were buried in homework. We'd hardly seen each other outside of class in the last week.
So I'd fallen asleep while studying. Not that it hadn't happened several times during Third Level, but it meant one more thing to get used to.
And I hadn't intended to wake up to the dream from a few days ago. The image of the dark-haired guy was clearer now, his over-the-shoulder glance more prominent and his face easier to see. But not enough. Not enough.
I still couldn't tell who he was or why he seemed so familiar and yet so unknown. A classmate, I'd thought at first. But how could I have forgo
