Lysa's POV
"Lysa?" Stella's voice seemed distant.
I looked up at her, then at the message, then back at her.
"I'm sorry," I said, standing abruptly. "I have to go. Something came up."
"What? But we just got our food—"
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll explain later, I promise."
I hurried out of the restaurant, my mind racing.
An hour. An hour to potentially get answers to all the questions that had been tormenting me for days.
I stared at the message on my phone screen as I hurried away from the restaurant:
Unknown: We need to talk. About Jason. About what he is. Meet me at Building C, Room 304. Come alone. I have answers you need.
Building C was one of the older academic buildings on campus, usually empty after 7 PM except during exam weeks. It could be perfect for
