Chapter 245

• MILICENT
• The library always felt like the one place in this entire glittering, suffocating school where I could breathe a little without feeling someone’s eyes pressing into the back of my skull, so I tried to let the calm settle into me as I sat across from Fiona.
• The girl was perched on the edge of her chair like she was ready to run if anyone sneezed too loud, her ginger curls frizzing out like her stress was trying to escape through her hair. I had my iced coffee, well, the watery remains of it—and my notes spread out in front of me.