I woke up Friday morning planning to spend the weekend catching up on European Economics homework and avoiding the constant drama that had become my life at Ashwick Academy. The universe, as usual, had different plans.
"Pack a bag," Alexander said, appearing in my doorway without knocking. Again. His habit of treating locked doors as suggestions was getting old.
"Good morning to you too." I didn't look up from my textbook. "And no."
"That wasn't a request, Isabella."
"Then it's a good thing I don't take orders from you."
He crossed the room in three strides, closing my textbook with one hand. His gray eyes were intense, almost desperate. "You need to get away from campus. The pharmaceutical donation story is still trending, people won't stop trying to corner you, and you haven't slept
