Seventeen:
Crossing the wastelands was arguably riskier with a group, since rovers would be more likely to spot you. Nevertheless, we managed to cross without incident. We split up as planned, and Diana found me walking into the dorm.
The entire place was already bustling with a raging party. People were piled in the halls, and fae were dancing with their wings out. Pixies fluttered around stealing sips of alcoholic beverages.
“That is so not going to work!”
I murmured, and Diana looked at me questioningly, and I waved around at the partiers.
“You know, all this, while there’s a bloody killer on the loose.”
Diana snorted and gave me a bemused smile, “You know, you need to relax a bit, Dylan. This is what university is supposed to be like. Parties, despite the risk to life and limb.
