Following the memorial service, they decided to check it out, since Shannan had worked there. It was a popular campus hangout, so in Tresa’s mind it was a wise use of their time.If her hunch was right about Balthazar’s witch being a student, maybe she frequented the place, too. Tresa winced. Or maybe it was safe to assume she would be there because she was. The witch had now proved herself to be aware of Tresa’s movements.A vase full of white lilies sat on a back counter, surrounded with snapshots of all the victims. Jason was wearing a rugby uniform, a ball tucked under his arm. Even from where she sat, his smile was blinding, infectious. Hard to equate him with the young man from her nightmare.She brought her latte to her lips and sipped the hot brew. “I’m thinking it’s not much of an assumption to say she’s a college student, too.” Tresa nodded to the shrine. For some reason, it was easier to look at that than at Darius. After he had run out following their kiss last night, she hadn’t wanted to meet his gaze.
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