I blinked against the sudden light as I and Sloane stepped out of the examination hall. My lungs expanded with a shaky inhale. 

Sloane walked beside me, clutching her paper like it had personally offended her. 

“I need a massage,” she grumbled. 

I let out a breathy laugh. “Me too.” 

We wandered to a shaded bench under a tree near the academic quad. It wasn’t far from the hall, so I figured it would be a good enough place to wait for Alexander. He had texted me hours before ...