CHAPTER SIX
The following Monday morning, Riley felt deeply uneasy as she slipped into her seat for her advanced psychology class.
It was, after all, the first class she’d attended since Rhea’s murder four days earlier.
It was also the class she’d been trying to study for before she and her friends had gone to the Centaur’s Den.
It was sparsely attended today—many students here at Lanton didn’t feel ready to get back to their studies just yet. Trudy was here too, but Riley knew that her roommate was also uncomfortable with this rush to get back to “normal.” The other students were all unusually quiet as they took their places.
The sight of Professor Brant Hayman coming into the room put Riley a bit more at ease. He was young and quite good-looking in a corduroy-clad academic sort of w
