Days had passed since the incident in the clearing. And it had become clear that Dawn was avoiding me.
I’d see her glancing my way before turning and disappearing into another hallway or ducking into a room.
It frustrated me. I thought we were getting somewhere and yet all I’ve been getting was rejection after rejection. If it wasn’t for that vision, I would be sure she would have rejected me.
Today was no different. I lingered near the bulletin board, pretending to study the schedule pinned there, but really, I was scanning the hall for her.
And then, like the moon goddess, she heard me. She appeared, coming around the corner with a stack of books in her arms, her head down.
“Dawn,” I started, but before the word fully left my mouth, she walked right into me, her face hitting my
