HARPER
“We’re here.”
I almost spat out my coffee when the Uber driver’s voice startled me back to reality. I looked around my surroundings wearily, unsure of what to expect as I watched students rush into the haunting doors of Empire high.
“Here, keep the change,” I paid the Uber driver and got out of the car, swallowing the lump of nerves that had been permanently lodged in my throat since I woke up.
I’d woken up in a pool of sweat, gasping and clutching the sheets for a semblance of stability after the awful nightmare I’d had. Over the weekend, I’d pushed every thought concerning Kingsley’s threats out of my mind and tried to bask only in the memories of my blissful first kiss.
But last night, it was harder to think of anything but my impending doom.
In my horrid nightmare, I’d wat
