JULIAN'S POV
The others scattered to deal with the Council. My feet carried me in the opposite direction. I knew where she'd go. Not home. Not with that confrontation fresh in her mind. She'd head for the humanities building, the maze of quiet hallways where she could hide and try to piece together what just happened.
I found her near the stairwell on the third floor. Her back was to me, one hand pressed against the cool brick wall like she was steadying herself.
"Jessica."
She jumped, spinning around. Her eyes were wide, the fear in them sharp and clear. Good. Fear meant she was paying attention.
"What do you want?" she snapped, her voice tight. "Haven't you done enough? Your Council friends just finished grilling me."
"They're not my friends," I said, taking a slow step closer. She
