I sat in the cab, thoughts racing. My fingers tapped against my thighs as the city passed in a blur. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, probably wondering why I was so restless. I didn't care. All I could think about was Raven. I needed to find her. I needed to talk to her. Now.
Within minutes, the cab came to a halt in front of the gate of the University of the Arts London. A massive black gate stood wide open. The university's name was boldly inscribed in sleek silver letters above.
Without waiting for my fare, I pulled out some notes and handed them to the cab driver. "Ma'am, this is too much," he called after me.
I turned briefly, walking backwards. "Keep it," I said and turned back, hurrying through the gates.
Inside the compound, I stopped for a second. My hear
