I don't sleep at all that night.

Every time I close my eyes, I see Zane's face when he touched me. Feel the warmth of his hand on my cheek. Hear his voice saying "we protect our own" like it's a promise he'd die to keep.

But underneath all that warmth is the cold terror of that photo. Someone was watching us. Someone saw him leave my room and thought it was worth documenting.

By the time my alarm goes off at 6 AM, I'm already dressed and pacing my small dorm room like a caged ...