Sylvia's POV
"Sylvia," my sister said breathlessly when I answered. "I've been trying to reach you all day!"
"Selene? Aren't you supposed to be at orientation?"
"Don't hang up," she said immediately, her voice uncharacteristically urgent. "I'm on my way to your office. I have something you need to see."
Before I could respond, she continued, "It's about Caesar and Frostline. Please, Sylvia—this is important."
"Fine," I conceded. "I'm still in my office."
Twenty minutes later, my office door burst open, and Selene rushed in clutching a laptop and several flash drives. Her typically immaculate appearance was disheveled—her honey-blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, dark circles prominent under her eyes.
"You look like hell," I remarked, unable to keep the surpr
