Friday after classes, Liz and I packed to go back to Deadwood for the weekend. Liz got caught in the hall by another friend, so I told her I’d meet her at the car and thank God I had. There was another not-so-friendly letter on the windshield of my car.

“What is that?”

I gasped and spun around in shock. Of course, it was Silas. “God damn it. Didn’t your aunt ever teach you not to sneak up on people like that!” I hissed and swatted him.

Silas smirked. ...