Ravencrest was huge.

Walking into the bookstore on campus made that fact even more obvious.

Shelves stretched from wall to wall, stacked high with everything from textbooks to school merch. Students milled around, some already loaded up with books, others browsing, chatting, or arguing over overpriced stationery.

And then there was me.

Standing in the middle of it all, staring at the list of books I needed and already feeling a headache coming on.

“Alright, what’s first?” Ryder’s voice ...