Danny's POV
The lecture hall felt like a pressurized chamber. The hum of the air conditioning was the only thing filling the silence as Professor Chadwick stood at the front of the room. He wasn't teaching. He had a slide projected on the screen behind him, something about parasites and the way they drain the life from a host but he hadn't clicked the remote in twenty minutes.
He was just staring. At us. At me.
I sat frozen, my notebook empty except for a few jagged lines where my hand had shaken. To my left, Erica was still humming, her posture smug and loose, a physical reminder of the something sweet she had gotten from him. To my right, Leo was the opposite. He was a solid, warm weight, leaning toward me with a brow furrowed in concern.
"You're shaking, Danny," Leo whispered, his
