I wrench off my trainers with a little more force than necessary after we return from the university fair.
Owen follows me into our room without a word while I start changing for afternoon classes. When I slam the wardrobe door a touch too hard, he sits on the edge of his bed and looks at me.
"Do you want to talk about why you got on the coach in such a foul mood?"
I drop onto my own bed.
"Ophelia knows."
Owen frowns. "Knows what?"
I shoot him an irritated look, and he has the nerve to look innocent.
"She saw it," I say. "Whatever remains in me that's still connected to Grey. Not just that it exists. She started following it. She looked right at her."
His expression changes.
"Why has that annoyed you so much?" he asks.
"Because I wanted to deal with it privately," I grumble, forc
