Ivy
The storm had quieted down by the time we left the library. Snow dusts the sidewalks, smooth and untouched, by the time Cole and I reach my dorm. Every inch of the Northvale campus glows with a thousand strings of white lights, and every lamp post is wrapped in garland. If I were someone different, this might have been a romantic moment, but I am not an i***t. Whatever these so-called Kings want with me, it will wear off, and I will remain the nobody I have always been.
Cole matches his stride to mine, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. "You walk too fast," he teases.
"I don't," I mutter. "Your legs are just used to taking longer strides. You don't have to walk me back."
He grins. "Fair. But I said I'd walk you back, and that's what I'm doing."
My hands ball up
