The rain had turned the campus paths into slick mirrors, reflecting the sodium glow of streetlamps in fractured orange shards.
It clung to my skin, soaked into my hoodie and seeped into my bones—like every memory of Lysander refusing to wash away.
His eyes, his face, the ruined portrait… all of it kept replaying in my head, looping until I felt like screaming.
I walked without feeling my feet, Lysander's broken voice echoing behind me like a ghost I couldn't outrun.
"The CCTV wasn't the only camera."
I didn't know if it was a confession, a warning, or another lie. All I knew was the ache in my chest was unstoppable.Tears blurred the world until my phone vibrated against my thigh.
I took it out, then Mordred's name popped up on the screen. My heart kicked hard as I wiped the rain from my eyes and answered.
"Kianna?" His voice was low but urgent. "Where are you?"
"On my way to the dorm." I replied with my trembling voice.
"Meet me at the entrance of your dorm. Right now."
