Every shadow hid a possible enemy.
I learned that the hard way, walking campus at night with a target on my back.
Two days had passed since we found that token outside the archive room. Two days of looking over my shoulder, checking every corner, wondering who was watching.
Devon had analyzed the carving. Said it was made with precision tools, probably by someone with formal training. That narrowed it down to maybe a hundred students. Not helpful.
Marcus kept tabs on our three suspects. Nothing concrete yet, just suspicious timing and odd behavior.
And me? I was trying to act normal while my instincts screamed danger at every turn.
Tonight, Marcus had sent word through Sage. He'd found something. Information about the token, maybe a lead on who'd been listening. But he couldn't talk on campus. Too many eyes, too many ears.
So here I was, sneaking out after curfew like some rebellious teenager.
