Sera's Point of View
I stood outside the classroom building, staring at the crumpled note in my hand for what felt like the hundredth time.
[Be careful of Ryan Findlay.]
The words hadn't changed. Still the same shaky handwriting, still the same ominous warning that made my stomach twist.
I'd barely slept last night thinking about it. Trying to figure out what it meant. Why that woman would warn me about someone who seemed so harmless.
Movement caught my eye. The woman herself was walking across the courtyard, head down, shoulders hunched like she was trying to make herself invisible.
I started toward her. "Hey, wait—"
But she was already disappearing into the crowd of students, swallowed up before I could get close enough to call out again.
"Sera?"
I jumped, spinning around and sh
