C21 Rowan

The next morning, Shaye slides onto the bench next to me at breakfast, her face paler than I’ve ever seen it.

“Are you okay?” I rub her back.

She pushes her food tray of fake eggs and half-eaten toast away. “No, I’m running out of time and I haven’t seen Xanth anywhere. I’m getting worried.”

“I’m sure he’s fine.” But I survey the cafeteria for the big guard and come up empty