Sara’s POV
The hallway was crowded and noisy, the usual chaos between classes. People were laughing, lockers were slamming shut, and someone’s perfume mixed with the sharp scent of cleaning spray in the air. I hurried through the crowd, clutching my bag close to my chest. The strap kept slipping off my shoulder, and I was already late for my next class. My locker was near the end of the hall, and I just wanted to grab my books and disappear before the bell rang again.
But, of course, fate had other plans.
I turned a corner too quickly and crashed straight into someone—hard enough to make my books slip from my hands and scatter across the floor.
“Watch it!” I snapped, dropping to my knees to pick them up before realizing who I’d bumped into.
Archer King.
Just my luck.
The school’s ho
