Chapter Sixteen
I wish Bryce will hurry up and catch up with me. He's supposed to walk me between classes, and I feel so exposed without him next to me. But he got a call, and didn't want to put off answering it. Which makes sense. We've been hoping to hear from Dimitri for a few nights now.
The rest of the students mill around, oblivious to the way I'm feeling. That seems about right. They don't care that I'm not used to roaming around the halls. At most, the only thing that matters about me to most of them is that I'm human, and I've been here long enough for that fact to have become mundane gossip.
I shuffle my bag more comfortably onto my shoulder and push through the growing crowd of students. I'm not sure why so many of them are standing this still. Surely I'm not the only one who
