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eerie feeling that he’d been watching her.
She debated with herself for a moment, the events of the night before prodding her relentlessly. She was missing something. She was almost certain of it.
Someone had stopped her attacker. Someone had saved her.
Ava stepped behind the corner of the building, pressing her back against the bricks as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, once again running through her memories of the night before, but this time trying to focus on the dark figure who had rescued her.
Tall . . . strong . . .
“I’ve got you.”
A face cast in shadow, yet somehow familiar.
Her eyes flew open, and she groaned in frustration. The rest of her memories were crystal clear, but she just couldn’t bring him into focus. In addition to the question of who , there was a great, big, glaring why. Why would someone intercede and then leave her with no explanation? On top of that lingered the even bigger how. How had he stopped the attack? How had he gotten her back into her room? How had her injuries all but disappeared?
How was she supposed to focus on a physics test in the middle of all of this?
With a defeated sigh, Ava peeked around the corner of the building, only to find Caleb on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around the crowded courtyard. He held his textbook on one hand, fingers tapping erratically on the cover as he casually scanned the area.
What was he doing?
Ava watched him as she came out from behind the building and started toward him. She didn’t know what she expected to happen when he spotted her—perhaps a smile or a wave—but instead, his eyes passed over her as if he didn’t even notice her. He took a breath, stretching his arms overhead before he sat back down and opened his textbook to read.
Weird. She could have sworn he was looking for her.
Or maybe he was looking for her, but pretending he wasn’t?
But why?
Why?
Ava’s eyes narrowed on Caleb as she walked across the courtyard, and slowly, methodically, the pieces began to click into place.
She didn’t know who saved her the night before, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was someone familiar—someone she knew. And Caleb . . . well, it seemed as if Caleb was everywhere lately. Maybe she wasn’t imagining seeing him around every corner. Maybe Lucy was right and he was interested in her, even following her. Maybe he was there when she was attacked and stepped in to help.
Could it have been Caleb? And if so, why had he disappeared without a word?
Even more confusing—how did she end up back in her room, believing it was all just another nightmare?
The questions whirled around in Ava’s mind, one atop the other . . . piling higher and higher until she felt almost weighed down by confusion and curiosity. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at Caleb, studiously focused on his textbook, turning a page, jotting a few words on his pad, and she took a deep breath.
“Only one way to find out,” she muttered, stalking the rest of the way across the courtyard.
She came to a stop in front of him, arms crossed as she waited for him to notice her. Caleb continued to read, oblivious to her presence. Or at least giving the appearance of obliviousness. Ava was beginning to wonder if anything about Caleb was what it appeared to be.
“Hi,” she said finally, the word laced with nerves and irritation.
Caleb looked up, blue eyes wide. “Ava,” he said, surprised. “Hi. What’s up?”
What’s up? Really?
Her eyes narrowed as Caleb continued to gaze up at her innocently. It was like some bizarre game of chicken, each daring the other to give—one challenging the other for the truth, the other claiming the suspicions as boundless, or perhaps daring the first to let it drop. It left Ava swinging wildly from being certain Caleb was her rescuer to feeling like an idiot for ever thinking it in the first place.
“Ava? Is something wrong?”
Ava opted for bluntness, in the
She debated with herself for a moment, the events of the night before prodding her relentlessly. She was missing something. She was almost certain of it.
Someone had stopped her attacker. Someone had saved her.
Ava stepped behind the corner of the building, pressing her back against the bricks as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, once again running through her memories of the night before, but this time trying to focus on the dark figure who had rescued her.
Tall . . . strong . . .
“I’ve got you.”
A face cast in shadow, yet somehow familiar.
Her eyes flew open, and she groaned in frustration. The rest of her memories were crystal clear, but she just couldn’t bring him into focus. In addition to the question of who , there was a great, big, glaring why. Why would someone intercede and then leave her with no explanation? On top of that lingered the even bigger how. How had he stopped the attack? How had he gotten her back into her room? How had her injuries all but disappeared?
How was she supposed to focus on a physics test in the middle of all of this?
With a defeated sigh, Ava peeked around the corner of the building, only to find Caleb on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around the crowded courtyard. He held his textbook on one hand, fingers tapping erratically on the cover as he casually scanned the area.
What was he doing?
Ava watched him as she came out from behind the building and started toward him. She didn’t know what she expected to happen when he spotted her—perhaps a smile or a wave—but instead, his eyes passed over her as if he didn’t even notice her. He took a breath, stretching his arms overhead before he sat back down and opened his textbook to read.
Weird. She could have sworn he was looking for her.
Or maybe he was looking for her, but pretending he wasn’t?
But why?
Why?
Ava’s eyes narrowed on Caleb as she walked across the courtyard, and slowly, methodically, the pieces began to click into place.
She didn’t know who saved her the night before, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was someone familiar—someone she knew. And Caleb . . . well, it seemed as if Caleb was everywhere lately. Maybe she wasn’t imagining seeing him around every corner. Maybe Lucy was right and he was interested in her, even following her. Maybe he was there when she was attacked and stepped in to help.
Could it have been Caleb? And if so, why had he disappeared without a word?
Even more confusing—how did she end up back in her room, believing it was all just another nightmare?
The questions whirled around in Ava’s mind, one atop the other . . . piling higher and higher until she felt almost weighed down by confusion and curiosity. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at Caleb, studiously focused on his textbook, turning a page, jotting a few words on his pad, and she took a deep breath.
“Only one way to find out,” she muttered, stalking the rest of the way across the courtyard.
She came to a stop in front of him, arms crossed as she waited for him to notice her. Caleb continued to read, oblivious to her presence. Or at least giving the appearance of obliviousness. Ava was beginning to wonder if anything about Caleb was what it appeared to be.
“Hi,” she said finally, the word laced with nerves and irritation.
Caleb looked up, blue eyes wide. “Ava,” he said, surprised. “Hi. What’s up?”
What’s up? Really?
Her eyes narrowed as Caleb continued to gaze up at her innocently. It was like some bizarre game of chicken, each daring the other to give—one challenging the other for the truth, the other claiming the suspicions as boundless, or perhaps daring the first to let it drop. It left Ava swinging wildly from being certain Caleb was her rescuer to feeling like an idiot for ever thinking it in the first place.
“Ava? Is something wrong?”
Ava opted for bluntness, in the
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