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ready to go. I took a few steps away from the sofa and classical music filled the air.
    I groaned. “Oh no.”
    I picked up my pace, marching quickly toward the door. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible, there was no way I was getting onto that dance floor with Frank. I walked as fast as my legs could take me—in the opposite direction of the dance floor. My face cringed as a soft hand grabbed my arm. I turned, meeting Frank’s gray eyes.
    He smiled. “You said you’d save me a dance.”
    “Of course,” I replied, clearing my throat. “How could I forget?”
    I didn’t want to dance. I couldn’t and there was no doubt a man of Frank’s age would surely know how to dance. I hung my gold clutch from my wrist and linked my arm around Frank’s. The moment we stepped onto the floor my cheeks flushed. We were the only dancers. Smiling faces and cheers encircled us as Frank placed my hand on his shoulder and put his own hand high on my back.
    “Dancing is easy. Follow me.” He started off slowly, one slow step forward, two slow steps back. After a minute or so, it became apparent they were the only steps to the dance and I was able to relax.
    Whatever song was playing went for too long. When it was over, my entire body sighed in relief. I thanked Frank for the dance and went outside to find Mila. Like she said, she was waiting out the front of the building…with a bottle of wine.
    “Where are the two guardians that are supposed to be watching the door?” I asked her.
    “I don’t know, Xavier was talking to Eli and the other one was dragging a few students back to their dorm.”
    I placed my hands on my hips. I didn’t want to cause any trouble, I was only a visitor.
    “We aren’t allowed to go gallivanting about the school, Mila.”
    She rolled her eyes at me. “Don’t be such a party pooper and come on.”
    Mila turned her back to me and headed toward the sports field. I glanced around awkwardly. This felt wrong—it was wrong, but I owed it to her to spend some time with her, didn’t I? I followed. I decided I’d let her have her fun and do whatever she wanted to do and then come back. No harm done.

    The sports field was dark, sending shivers down my spine. The last time I was here, it was the morning before I left for Mount Kuuce. A thick fog had rolled in, making the entire length of the field unseeable.
    “Come, sit,” Mila called, plopping herself down on the grass.
    I bent over and ran my hands across the damp grass. “I’m not sitting on wet grass and you’re going to ruin your dress.”
    She exhaled, rose to her feet and leaned against a tree. With a loud pop, the wine bottle opened and she took a big gulp.
    “You promised me an explanation about your love life,” I said, taking the wine bottle from her.
    She laughed. “Okay, Gabriel and I are finished. We have been for almost a year now.”
    “Why?”
    “I told you, as soon as we were told Hunter was dead, he blamed you and I refused to. You know, for a nice guy, he sure has a mighty temper.”
    I stepped closer to her, my shoes sinking into the grass. “And that’s it?” I took a few mouthfuls of wine, pleased as it went down smoothly.
    “Yep.”
    “What about Xavier?”
    “What about him?”
    “C’mon, I saw you glance at him when I asked you if there was anybody else.”
    She smiled. “Xavier has been good to me and we flirt a lot, but he’s a guardian angel and I’m done with guardian angels. It’s too difficult being sneaky and dishonest, I can’t do it. Besides, they carry a lot of baggage. They’re always so serious and on edge.”
    I smiled. “Yes, they are.”
    At least half an hour passed and the wine bottle was finished—thanks to Mila’s efforts mostly. Mila’s words were slurred and she had taken off her shoes in an attempt to do cartwheels in her dress. It was my fault, I suppose. I’d told her it was impossible. Sure enough, she was able to complete one full cartwheel even if she did end up