Diana’s POV
The morning sun hadn’t yet pierced the mist when I stepped outside. The fog clung to the air like breath on cold glass, curling softly around my arms and making the world feel hushed, dreamlike.
The chill kissed my skin, cool, crisp, exactly how I liked it. My backpack sagged lazily off one shoulder, and I tapped my phone, pretending I wasn’t waiting.
But I was.
I wasn’t supposed to be here, standing on this quiet street corner like some girl in a teen drama, waiting for a boy who wasn’t even mine.
But I couldn’t help it.
Not today. Not after what Abegail said.
I’d tried to ignore the dream, the dream of her jagged teeth and her eyes, burning like twin flames in the dark. But it haunted me. She wasn’t just jealous, she was dangerous. And if what she said was true… then I
