Twenty-three

Iris Miller

Malaki went to The Immortals Council meeting without me. I went to class, I hung out with my friends, I studied and I tried to act normal. I expected to run into James every day or get a text from him or a call, anything asking about what had happened the night I left the event. But I hadn’t heard from him or seen him in class.

“Are you okay?” Celestine asked. “You look like you’re worried about something.”

“I just found out I ...