I barely slept. I tried to, I really did.
It was not unusual. Insomnia, and I have a long-term relationship, but this time it wasn’t the usual kind of restless. My brain felt wired into something else, like the world itself was trying to tell me it was time to face the past I buried four years ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw a flash of steel and those hazel eyes staring back at me from behind that black head wrapping.
The reality of what happened stretched my mind to the limit. An assassin had come into my dorm room and tried to kill me.
Yet here I was, brushing my teeth, putting on my uniform, like the universe didn’t just attempt to wipe me off the map. I wasn’t shaken by the attack itself; the girl was untrained, sloppy, amateur at best. What had me rattled was the dagger she
