SERAPHINA’S POV
"Can we meet?" Those are the three words I text Kamila, along with directions to the place that started it all, the very reason our stupid deal ever came to be: The Obsidian Library.
The location was scribbled on the gold card, and I slipped out of the school grounds, sneaking into the lavish compound that surrounds the main building—a grand structure that towers over everything for miles.
Despite its cathedral-like beauty, holding untold secrets, I find no room in me for admiration today. I don’t even feel excited.
I never imagined I'd need her number, exchanged during one of our passing encounters. Yet, here I am, infinitely grateful for those two seconds I spent saving it.
He knows.
He knows.
He knows.
My lower lip is caught between my teeth as I pace frantical
