The rain had started just after midnight.
Fine mist at first, barely audible over the quiet of the streets, but by morning it had turned to a steady downpour. It drummed softly against the windows of Camellia Hall, a dull rhythm that matched Levy's sluggish pace as she sat at her desk, absently turning a pen between her fingers. Her planner lay open but untouched. A blank page stared back at her.
The dorm was unusually quiet. Mira was still asleep, buried under her comforter like a caterpillar in its cocoon. Dana had gone to her early literature class, and Celeste was nowhere to be seen—probably off doing extra credit work or attending a breakfast seminar with the Business Society.
Levy leaned back in her chair and let out a soft sigh. Her thoughts had been clouded since that conversation with Mira. The idea that she hadn't been randomly assigned to Cassius Varen… that someone had placed her under his advisory on purpose… it unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
