As I looked around, still trying to steady my breathing, Sara suddenly bumped into me. She was in a hurry—probably rushing to class.
"Clause, what are you doing here? I thought you were already in class," she asked, bewildered.
I forced a sheepish smile. "Got lost," I lied. No way in hell was I going to tell her I had just been nearly dragged away by the same guy she had warned me about.
She giggled, completely unaware of the horror I had just escaped. "Come on, then. We're already late," she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along.
More stairs. More corridors. More stairs.
As she dragged me through the maze of the building, my gaze flickered to her neck—and there they were. More fresh, mosquito-like bites, this time on the other side. She noticed my stare and quickly tucked her hair over them, pretending as if nothing was wrong.
I didn't say a word.
I had already faced my own horrors today.
And something told me I wasn't done yet.
Yeah, we were late.
