The walk to Valentin’s office was longer and quieter than it’d been before. All of campus seemed to be eerily quiet, as if the entire school was ashamed of last night’s actions. There were a few stragglers out in the early morning, walking home from whatever or wherever they’d ended up. They looked like zombies. I couldn’t help but wonder if they thought I looked like one of them, wrapped in someone else’s clothes.
I shuddered at the thought.
I ascended the large stone stairs up to the doors of the admissions building. Given that it was a Sunday morning, the building was empty. The echo of my slippers against the marble floor sent a chill down my spine. I hurried to Valentin’s office. I knocked gently before hearing a mumble behind the door. I let myself in and tried to act less skittish
