The nagging feeling in my chest that someone was following me lingered even after I returned to the city. I wanted to drive straight home, search through my things, and confirm if the ring that had fallen from my jacket was what I thought it was. But the idea of unknowingly leading whoever was tailing me to my house made me rethink.
My eyes darted to the rearview mirror for what felt like the fiftieth time. The cars behind me seemed normal, but paranoia clung to me, refusing to let go. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. I briefly considered heading to the academy, but it was Saturday morning, so the place would be deserted. Besides, the thought of Reid waiting there for me to show up was ridiculous—he was probably still shaken from yesterday's ambush
No matter how hard I tried, I
