Shoving my books into my bag, I make a beeline for the door, not even bothering to wait for Cam, who finds me in the imposing wooden corridor, glugging water out of a handy fountain. I emerge, dripping, and swipe my hand across my freckled face, scattering water droplets and grinning at my muscul...
It’s all too obvious that the soldiers are worried about someone leaving, not someone arriving. Super, that bodes well for our exit, she thinks sarcastically. Their leaving strategy is flimsy at best, and clearly getting through security in the other direction is going to be nigh impossible if it...