I was walking home with my books and papers clutched in my arms, my backpack slung over one shoulder. The only time I felt good, that I could hide anywhere, was when I was going home, and it was such a relief that I was starting to go home away from everyone’s eyes.

But my relief didn’t last.

A figure stepped out from behind a parked car, blocking my path. I froze for a moment, recognizing the family crest on his jacket—Delgrave. My heart sank. I had thought I’d left that world ...