BACK TO SCHOOL.
By the time we reached the part of London where King’s College was located, the sun had already dipped behind the tall buildings, leaving everything washed in a soft gray glow. The car slowed as we turned down a quiet, upscale street lined with mansions that looked like they’d been plucked out of some billionaire magazine spread.
I sat there, gripping the strap of my bag, feeling a little like the world had somehow mistaken me for someone who belonged here.
Honestly, I had thought we were going to stay in a dorm. A normal student dorm. I had mentally prepared myself for tiny rooms, mismatched furniture, and girls arguing in hallways.
But Mr. Gates told me last night that we wouldn’t be staying on campus.
No — we were staying in a mansion.
With the Ashford twins.
Appa
