The room was silent, housing only the fading echo of her words.

“I saw you at school. You were attacked by Melbringers.”

The words sent a pulse of ice through my veins.

“Attacked?“ I stared at her, waiting for some sort of clarification. Some piece of information that would make it make sense. Because it didn’t.

Yet the situation felt oddly familiar. Something similar had been said before by her when we first met at the back of my school with Becca.

“I’ve seen this ...