After pulling up the hood of my raincoat, I slip out of my dorm building and make my way toward the library. Raindrops bounce at my feet, and my boots splash through the puddles as I pick up my pace. I usually enjoy walking in the rain, but this downpour is torrential. Even the quad is empty, but thatâs no surprise, given that itâs Saturday and there isnât much of a reason for people to be out and about if they donât have to be. I suspect most students are cozy in their dorm rooms, hanging out with friends or snuggled up in their beds with a warm body to keep them company.
Sucking in a stuttering breath, I choke back the sob that threatens to escape. Iâve done enough crying over those jerkwads. They donât deserve a single tear. So why do I feel like my heart has been torn out of my chest and trampled by a herd of rhinos, leaving a black hole in its place? A black hole of despair that threatens to pull me in and consume me every time I picture their faces. Every time I recall Xavierâs unhinged laugh, Axlâs scowl, or how Malachiâs green eyes twinkle when he smiles.
Sharp pain stabs my chest, and I press my hand over my heart. Itâs still there. Still beating even though it wants to stop. Even though I want nothing more than to sink to the ground and curl into a ball until the rain washes me away. And it could. Nobody would notice I was gone. Anger and despair crash into me again, and I tip my face to the sky as I slow my pace, letting the rainwater cleanse some of it, some of me, away.
But as angry as I am with those assholes, Iâm beyond livid with myself for believing them. For allowing them to make me feel like that seventeen-year-old girl again, sobbing in the dressing room while flames swirled around me. Because I made myself a promise that dayâthat if I got out of that room alive, I would never allow anyone to have that kind of power over me again. Never again let anyone make me feel worthless. Because despite every shitty thing thatâs happened in my lifeâbeing left on the steps of that church, getting passed from foster home to foster home, Penelope and her crew of mean girls making my life hell in high school, and the year I spent in the group home after the best foster parents I ever had kicked me out because nobody would believe that I didnât start that fireâI am somebody. I am worthy. And one day, I will find my people.
I hasten my steps, eager to reach the library and its warmth. Solace has always greeted me when I opened a book. For a person who has spent their entire life alone, I relish the magic that can be found and the experiences Iâve had thanks to whatâs written on those pages. Making a new friend. Traveling to faraway lands and being swept away by the kind of heroes and heroines who have made entire generations fall in love.
Perhaps today I can find the comfort in words that eludes me in life.
âHey, girl. I didnât think anyone would be in here today. That stormâs wild, huh?â
I rest my book on my lap and watch Cadence shrug off her coat and shake droplets of rain from her bangs.
âIt is, yeah.â
âI had to get out of my room. My roomieâs boyfriend came over, and we were gonna chill and watch a movie, but then they started getting all hot and heavy, and I did not want to be there for that.â She giggles. âAnd then there was a ruckus in the common room because somebodyâs earrings went missing, so I thought why not try the library. I really need to do some studying anyway. Drakosâs class is kicking my ass this year.â
The mention of his name is enough to have that swirling vortex of sadness, shame, and anger raging in my chest once more. A loud crack of thunder makes us both jump.
She shivers. âWow. We might have to hole up in here all day.â She glances at the empty chair beside me. âYou mind?â
âNot at all.â
âGreat. I know libraries are supposed to be quiet and all, but I like having another person around. You know what I mean?â
Unexpected tears fill my eyes, and I blink to clear them.
She puts her cold hand on my arm and squeezes. âHey, Ophelia.â
She remembers my name!
âIs something wrong?â
I swat away the tear running down my cheek. âIâm just being stupid.â
âNo way. I know I donât know you that well, but I know you arenât stupid.â She leans forward and waits for me to meet her gaze, and when I do, she offers a gentle smile. âNow, in my experience, thereâs very little that a good chat and a pack of Tateâs chocolate chip cookies wonât fix.â She reaches into her backpack and pulls out the familiar green bag before tearing it open. âWhat do you think?â
I blink at her when she opens the smaller packet inside and holds it out to me. âTake four. One is never enough.â
I take two. âThese are my favorite,â I murmur. âThank you.â
âMine too.â She bites into one and hums with satisfaction. After sheâs done savoring her first bite, she licks the crumbs from her lips and eyes me with concern. âSo, tell me what has you in here all alone on a Saturday afternoon.â
I shrug. The last people I opened up to turned out to be heartless douchebags with the emotional intelligence of dung beetles, so Iâm not exactly eager to repeat that experience.
She arches an eyebrow. âA guy, right?â
âYeah.â More like three.
âUgh!â She takes another bite of her cookie. âTheyâre such jerks.â Crumbs fly out of her mouth, and we both bust out laughing.
âThey sure are,â I say, once Iâve caught my breath.
âIâm swearing off boys this semester. My grades werenât great last year, so I promised my parents Iâd study more.â She holds up her history book and pulls a face.
Cadence ends up getting zero studying done over the next few hours, but she does make me laugh with stories of all the disastrous dates she had last year. And for a few short but wonderful hours, I almost forget about the three vampires who broke my heart.
âHey, weâre having a party at my house tonight. You want to come?â Cadence asks as we step out of the library. Thankfully, thereâs a break in the clouds and the rain has stopped.
âThanks, but Iâm gonna grab some dinner and head back to my dorm. Iâm not really a party kind of person.â
She rolls her eyes. âMe neither, but I have to go to some events for the society and all that.â
âYouâre in a society?â I have no idea why that surprises me so much.
âYeah. Silver Vale.â She flashes me a grin. âItâs cool, but sometimes I prefer doing my own thing, you know?â
I walk beside her toward Dionysus Commons. âWhy did you join a society? If you donât mind me asking.â
âNot at all. Itâs a family tradition. Generations of my family have attended Montridge, and they all joined Silver Vale.â
I recall Malachi telling me Silver Vale was a witch society. If generations of Cadenceâs family were members, does that mean sheâs a witch too?
âYou should come check us out. We donât make pledges go through the stupid hazing some of the other societies do. You either fit or you donât.â
I frown. âThat seems a little elitist.â
She shakes her head and laughs. âI get that, but itâs not. Some people are right for it, and some arenât. Itâs nothing to do with popularity or grades or who dated the hottest guy in high school. Itâs purely based onââshe chews on her lip and looks at me as though sheâs wondering how to finish the sentenceââability.â
âI donât have any special abilities,â I tell her.
We reach the Commons and come to a stop. She places a hand on my arm and offers me a smile that makes her hazel eyes twinkle. âYouâll never know unless you give us a try, Ophelia.â
I open my mouth to tell her sheâs mistaken, but weâre interrupted by a guy running toward us and almost knocking Cadence over. âJake!â she admonishes him.
âSorry, C,â he replies with a sheepish grin. âBut have you heard what happened?â
She rolls her eyes. âThis is my friend Ophelia, by the way. Neanderthal.â
Her friend? Did she actually just call me her friend? A surge of happiness warms the cavernous black hole around my heart.
Jake gives me a quick once-over. âHey, Ophelia.â I squint back at him as the sun peeks from behind the clouds, glaring directly in my face.
âThere was a crash down by the river Thursday night.â He huddles closer to both of us and drops his voice, making me feel for the first time in my life that I belong in a secret conversation. âTwo cars were involved, both of them burned-out wrecks. Five students were killed.â
My stomach drops through my knees, and I force my mouth to remain closed. This isnât the kind of gossip I hoped for.
âOh my word,â Cadence says. âWho?â
âMadison Cummings from our history class. Some new girl, Penny whatsherface and her boyfriend.â He snaps his fingers. âThe football player. Aiden? Hayden?â
Cadence shakes her head. âI donât know them.â
Her admission floods me with relief. She isnât Penelopeâs friend. And more importantly, maybe she wonât hate me if she ever finds out I had anything to do with their deaths.
âWell, they were in one car, but the other one had two new pledges from Onyx Society.â
I swallow. That means Madisonâs boyfriend and the guy I didnât recognize were vampire pledges.
Cadenceâs eyes widen. âOh, interesting.â
If Cadence is a witch, she must know about vampires. I want to ask her, but I wouldnât dare. Especially not with Jake here. âAnd th-they all died in the car accident?â My words stick in my throat as I recall the bloody mess of bodies left behind in that parking lot.
Jake nods. âThatâs the official report. From the horseâs mouth.â
âJakeâs dad is the chief of police,â Cadence explains.
My stomach churns. The chief of police. Iâm going to jail. My arrest, trial, and ensuing life sentence flash by in a montage of horrible images. It doesnât matter that I didnât kill those people, just like it didnât matter that I didnât burn down my high school. I was there. Axl, Xavier, or Malachi canât be trusted to tell the truth about my part. And itâs not like I can tell anyone that vampires were responsible.
âYou sure you donât want to come to this party tonight?â Cadence asks me, and I force the blur of images that could be my potential future from my mind.
âItâs gonna be a rager.â Jake pumps his fist in the air.
Cadence swats his chest. âYouâre such a caveman.â
He blows her a kiss, and she makes a retching sound like sheâs disgusted by him, even though itâs clear sheâs not.
I force a smile. âThank you for the invite, really, but Iâm gonna pass.â
âThen you should definitely stop by next week some time. Just ask for me, and Iâll show you around.â She takes me by surprise when she pulls me in for a hug, and I awkwardly return it before Jake is pulling her away, demanding she help him get a keg. He says a quick goodbye to me, and I watch the two of them head off in the direction of the Silver Vale house.
Thereâs still a smile on my face, but that bone-crushing sorrow is already snaking its way back into me, filling me up from my toes until it reaches the top of my head. Droplets of water splash on my face, and I tilt my head back to see dark clouds rolling overhead once more. At least the weather matches my mood.