Lena was becoming a problem.
The dangerous kind. A kind of problem that crept in quietly and dismantled everything before you realized what was happening.
She had been in my life for only forty-three days. Forty-three days and somehow she had already found a way past walls I had spent years reinforcing.
She was supposed to be a mission. A name on a list of responsibilities. A girl I was supposed to keep hidden until the problem was no longer there. Until the threat was finally eliminated and the council decided what came next.
She was supposed to be temporary.
Instead she was currently cross-legged on the library floor surrounded by books, rubbing her eyes tiredly, and I had been watching the same hallway on the security monitor for seven minutes straight.
"You are staring again."
