"There she is."

RAyNe’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made Gianni shift uncomfortably beside him.

The crisp autumn air of Université Saint-Laurent in France carried the laughter and chatter of students heading out of the campus gates. Some hurried past, engrossed in their own worlds, while others lingered in small groups, sharing inside jokes.

But RAyNe’s world had narrowed to one person.

Across the street, a young woman stood with a backpack slung over ...