Chapter 70

I rest my skull against the cool chrome wall of the elevator and count the seconds it takes to get back upstairs. It feels like I have been gone for days, not an hour and a half. I want to go back to bed and lie down and sleep. My head aches, and the last hour was hell on earth as new students pushed and chatted incessantly in the crowded hall. My feet are killing me, and my clothes stink of the crappy perfume that Christian was walking around spraying at everyone to make them give him space.

No idea where the boy comes up with this stuff. Spraying a piss-like scent around you is a good way to make people leave you alone. All it did was give me a migraine.

The elevator pings open as my eyes close, and the sudden smell of food makes my mouth water, reminding me that Arry said he would make me food for when I got back. I glance up, expecting to see him happily playing with his pots and pans in the kitchen. Instead, the apartment is eerily silent, scarily dark, like he’s sh