I paced the narrow hallway that led to the east wing of the library, back and forth like I was wearing grooves into the stone. My nerves were shot. I kept dragging a hand through my hair, muttering to myself, rehearsing what to say, then immediately scrapping it because nothing sounded right.
I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.
Not from Kiyan.
Not when things were getting worse by the day.
The hallway was dim, the only light coming from the old sconces, flickering like they too, were tired of being here. Midnight was probably the worst time to ask anyone to meet in the abandoned wing of the college, but I didn’t trust daylight—or crowded places—and I definitely didn’t trust my luck these days.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor after a few more minutes of pacing. Then Kiyan appeared
