Bala had come to School Central before dawn, and we'd been summoned.
I sat with Sherry on the chairs outside the director's office, still processing the night. Four climaxes with Daphne. Two full charges. The system had confirmed it at three in the morning with the quiet satisfaction of something that had gotten what it asked for.
The hallway smelled of polished marble and faint lemon cleaner. Morning light slanted through high arched windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals and painting long golden rectangles across the floor. My leg bounced once before I forced it still.
"Have you been avoiding me?" Sherry asked quietly. Her voice was even, but her eyes weren't.
I looked at her. "No."
"Yesterday I called your name. We locked eyes across the quad and I gestured. You just turned and disappeared into the crowd." She held my stare. "Is something going on, Bram?"
