The dorm room was dark save for the sliver of moonlight slipping through the gap in the curtains. Iva lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her body exhausted but her mind refusing to quiet.
Iva turned onto her side. Then onto her back again. Then onto her other side.
Sleep evaded her like a shadow just beyond reach.
Every time she closed her eyes, the image returned. The dark hallway. The two figures stepping out of the shadows. And him—Silviu Conti—with his predator's smile and his eyes that looked through her instead of at her.
She had dismissed him.
The memory brought a small, satisfied smile to her lips even now. He had approached her with that arrogant confidence, that smooth voice, that assumption that she would be impressed. Intrigued. Flattered.
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*My name is Silviu Con
