The university was busy today. Everywhere Lucy turned, students were huddled over their phones, discussing the latest headline about the Matthews Global disaster. She kept her head down, her heart racing as she walked through the crowded corridors toward the back entrance of the library.
She was supposed to meet Jonathan to finalize their art history presentation for Monday. It was the only thing on her calendar that didn't involve lawyers, bank mergers, or a wedding.
She found him leaning against a stone pillar by the service exit. He looked restless, his dark eyes scanning the area until they landed on her.
"We can't stay here," Jonathan said, pushing off the wall. "The media is starting to swarm the main gates, and half the student body is looking for the bride to get a speech. We w
