Freya/Freddie pov

I watch Sebastian move quietly toward the stacks where I saw someone hiding and my heart pounds so hard I'm sure Tyler can hear it even though he's focused on his history notes and doesn't seem to notice anything wrong.

"Tyler" I whisper. "We should probably move to a different table"

"Why" he asks and looks up with confusion. "This spot has good lighting and it's quiet"

"Too quiet" I say and glance toward where Sebastian disappeared between the tall shelves. "I'd rather ...