A nervous wreck, that's what I was. I was sitting in a cafe near campus, staring at Peter Adam, who was casually sipping his hot coffee. My body was tense, my palms were sweaty, and my brain was buzzing with questions. But I was holding back, trying not to say anything until he did.
"How's school going?" he asked, completely out of the blue. I was bracing for a question about Noah, so this threw me off.
"Yeah, everything is well, Sir," I replied, my hands clasped together, barely daring to look him in the eye.
"I've been looking into a few things about you. And Noah was right. You're not involved with any biker gangs or any of those scumbags. But why did your parents get divorced, and why did you move to this small town, darling?"
So he really did a background check on me. Then why was
