Returning to campus felt like stepping onto a stage.
Sasha felt eyes on her everywhere—students whispering, professors watching, even the trees themselves seeming to lean closer as she walked past. News of the summit had spread. Everyone knew she was a hybrid now. Everyone knew she'd survived a Devereaux attack. Everyone knew she'd stood in front of the factions and refused to bow.
Maya walked beside her, a solid warm presence. Rhys had gone ahead to the Pack House, to test loyalties. Luc had disappeared into the vampire quarters, reaching out to his own contacts.
"You're handling this weirdly well," Maya said.
"I'm not handling it at all." Sasha's voice was flat. "I'm just moving forward because if I stop, I'll think about everything, and if I think about everything, I'll fall apart."
