High school should have been normal. Instead, Lyra noticed odd things immediately. Whispers that ended when she looked, lockers swinging open on their own, shadows following her across the hall like invisible spectators.
And then there was Kieran.
He sat at a distant table in the cafeteria, alone. His gaze always found her, a silent challenge—and something more. Every time their eyes met, her stomach twisted with tension, anticipation, and a confusing thrill.
During biology class, her pen lifted slightly off the desk. Panic set in as students whispered and stared. Kieran's gaze cut across the room, sharp and calculating.
Later, Mia, a cheerful girl from class, plopped down beside her. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Lyra forced a laugh. "Maybe I have."
Mia frowned. "You need to stop overthinking. It's high school—everyone's weird here."
But Lyra knew better. Something was watching. Something old. Something tied to her.