ELLA POV
By Monday morning, I had decided three things.
One: five hours of running naked through the woods did wonders for mental clarity.
Two: whoever had sent me that creepy text could go f**k themselves.
Three: Frederic Holloway was officially no longer my problem.
Simple.
Clean.
Healthy.
I walked into Voss’s classroom with Agatha beside me and coffee in hand, feeling almost normal again.
Almost.
“Do you think she’ll notice if I sleep with my eyes open?” Agatha asked.
“Yes.”
“What if I sit behind you? You’re taller than me, right?”
“She’ll smell weakness.”
Agatha sighed dramatically. “I miss Saturday.”
I didn’t.
Okay.
That was a lie.
I missed approximately seventy percent of Saturday.
The part before the vampires.
Before Frederic dragged one outside.
Before I follow
