Mia paced her room nervously, checking the clock every few minutes. It was almost noon—time for her secret meeting with Harry in the library. Her stomach was in knots as she rehearsed what she might say to him.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself, smoothing her simple blue dress for the tenth time. "He probably just wants to talk about the Crawfords."

But the butterflies in her stomach suggested otherwise. Ever since burning his note last night, she'd been unable to think of ...