JESSICA POV
Next morning, I went to the school. The smooth oak desk felt cool under my hands. I kept my eyes on the door, waiting. Other students filed in, their talking a dull noise in my ears. Their sideways glances felt like tiny needles. I ignored them all. I was focused on one thing.
Then he walked in. Julian. My English Professor, and one of the step- brother. He moved with that quiet, confident grace, a stack of papers under his arm. His dark-framed glasses caught the light as he set his things down. He didn't look at me at first. He never did. He made a show of organizing his notes, settling into his role. Professor Vale.
He started his lecture on shifter poetry and symbols. His voice was calm and measured, the perfect academic tone. It was f*****g boring. He talked about moon m
