Liora
The dorm was finally quiet.
Mia had fallen asleep with one leg dangling off the edge of her bed, her hair still wet from a shower and fanning over her pillow like some halo. I sat at my desk with the lamp turned low, staring at the book I was more then engrossed in, even if my thoughts fought to take me back through the night.
Every time I blinked I saw Callum’s face when I walked away, confused, maybe hurt, but mostly… watching.
I pressed the heel of my hand to my eye and told myself to stop. He was engaged. Officially. To the title he’s always wanted.
Or not.
I almost smirked. What a sick game.
That was when the first pebble hit the glass.
A sharp tap, then another.
At first, I thought it was a branch knocking in the wind, but then it came again, deliberate, like a fin
