Graciela’s POV
It had been two days since I ran from Archer’s apartment and I’d returned to my classes on the last day of the week, unable to bear another day stuck in a room alone. As I walked down the corridor from my last class, Addison slipped her arm through mine, grinning happily.
‘So?’ she asked expectantly as I turned to look at her in confusion.
‘So what?’ I mumbled, my mind on the huge amount of homework Professor Gold had handed out this morning. He had given me a look of deep disapproval as I slid into the room, hurrying to the back of the class and slouching down in my seat. I don’t think he took a concussion as a valid excuse to miss his lesson, or maybe someone told him I got that concussion from falling in the shower and he realised that his low opinion of me was justifi
