Jane's words refused to leave me alone.
Keep her away from whatever you're involved in.
That sentence had somehow found a permanent home inside my head. It echoed through lectures I barely heard, followed me through hallways full of polished smiles, and sat across from me during dinner like an unwanted guest.
The worst part?
I still didn't know what I was involved in.
Everyone else seemed to.
The Dean.
Professor Graves.
Jasper.
Jane.
Even complete strangers looked at the black ring on my finger and quietly changed the way they spoke to me.
It was like arriving halfway through someone else's story.
Everyone knew the ending.
Only I was still trying to figure out the beginning.
...
Saint Ivy's library never closed.
Officially, it did.
Ten o'clock.
Lights out.
Students gone.
