Luca’s POV.
I slump back in a chair tucked into the far corner of the cafeteria, gnawing on a cold, stiff fry, my eyes locked on Elijah, ‘definitely-up-to-something’ Ledger.
Guards are stationed at every exit, with one planted between the boys’ and girls’ bathrooms across the room, but they’re distracted. Two of them keep glancing up at the ceiling, tracking something I can’t see, while the third, by the main exit, seems more interested in scratching an itch. His attention darts everywhere except where it should be—on Mr. Suspicious.
And the man in question? He’s watching the guards with a sly smirk like he’s in on a joke only he understands. I’d wager all the cold fries on my plate that he’s behind their sudden lack of focus.
But why is he so eager to throw them off his trail? Maybe h
