RONAN'S POV

The old library basement was dark and cold. Nobody used this space anymore. Too old. Too forgotten. Perfect for what we needed to do.

We arrived at eleven forty-five. Early. Wanted to make sure the space was secure before Lee showed up.

Kieran was already there. Standing near the back wall. Not alone.

Someone was with him. Another student. I recognized him vaguely. Third year. Quiet type. Kept to himself mostly.

"This is Marcus Chen," Kieran said as we approached. "No relation ...