It took me another hour to screw up the courage to email Melinda. I had no idea if I had it in me to reveal that Logan had his eyes on me—that he'd appeared at the door of my room. I tried not to think too much as I started typing:
Hi M,
I'm doing really well. Please don't worry about me. Looking forward to getting back to work!
A
There. Nothing incriminating, nothing too revealing. Just clear, confident communication. That was good, right? No need to worry her about vampires stalking me through the snow at dawn, tracing my movements…
I shivered and hit send before I could second guess myself.
But the hours ticked by and there was no response. I felt like I was going slowly insane in my drab dorm room, alone, scrolling websites and pining for the sound of an email notification.
I
