Elizabeth’s POV

The rain hadn’t stopped since last night. It drummed against the hostel roof in a steady rhythm, drowning out the noise of the world but not the noise inside me. I lay curled in bed, staring at the cracks on the ceiling, my phone resting heavy in my hand.

I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw May’s face, twisted with rage—or Sebastian’s eyes, blazing with a kind of protection I didn’t deserve. And underneath it all was the steady hum of whispers that ...