I tossed and turned all night and barely got a wink of sleep. Half the reason was that Amy never came back to the dorm. At two in the morning, Catherine climbed out of bed to lock the door, muttering under her breath, "She's probably crashing at Carter's place tonight." The other half? My phone screen kept lighting up over and over. Alexander had sent a few more texts, saying he could take me to sit by the lake behind the school's back gate after his training. The night herons there were nesting lately, he said, and watching them was a total mood lifter.
I stared up at the ceiling in the dark, wondering how on earth this guy knew I loved birds.
Then it hit me, late as usual. The first line of the bio Amy had written for me on the school's confession wall post said, "Mia's favorite spot i
