Chapter 8. Charity Case

Wren POV

By Monday, the whole campus had decided I was sleeping with Silas Calder.

I found out in the line for coffee.

"—waited outside the clinic for, like, an hour," a girl in front of me was saying. "Jess saw him. Just standing there. Silas. Who doesn't wait for anybody."

"Maybe she's his cousin."

"Silas Calder doesn't have cousins. He has a hockey team and a bad attitude."

They both laughed. Then one of them glanced back, saw my purple sweater and went quiet so fast I heard her swallow.

I ordered my coffee by pointing at the menu. I didn't look at anyone.

I'd spent three days in bed with my door locked and my window locked and my chair under the handle, burning and shaking and taking Dr. Asher's green tablets every six hours. I'd told Tessa it was the flu. She'd brought me soup and sat on the end of my bed and talked about her thesis until I fell