After Timothy left my place to catch his flight to the District, I dig out the note Emilian gave me from my backpack.
It was like I walked into her light and felt this immense harmony deep down. Everything was in balance.
With his usual murderous glare, Emilian watches me approach.
I scroll past her photo. I feel ashamed looking at it, like she knows I’m watching.
This is when men’s word spells work the fastest—when I’m melting.
That was her, I swear. I can feel it. Everything happened so fast.
With every passing minute not knowing my grade, I die a little inside.
I come from an impressive line of strong Black Mountain Grim blood. We eat fear.
Once those hypnotic words take the shape of soft whispers and kisses, I’m done.
The classroom door swings open. I turn around to the dark shape idling in the doorway.
Misa goes on a date with Timothy to Cherri Cremonesi.