The next day, Anna and Allison cornered Daniel again. This time, they dragged him into the dust moted quiet of the university library.
"You girls are really enjoying this, aren't you?" Daniel said. He tried to sound annoyed, but he didn't even try to pull away. He was hooked, drawn to their chaotic energy.
"Just keep quiet. Rule number three: you have to be wherever we are," Allison said, her grip on his arm tightening as she steered him toward the history section.
Daniel glanced down at her fingers. A small, involuntary smile threatened to break his "cool" mask. "Those little hands of yours are terrifying," he joked.
Allison ignored him, her eyes scanning the spines of the old, leather-bound books until one caught her eye. She pulled it down and flipped it open, landing on a portrait
