CIARA’S POV

The walk to the Circle of Nightshade felt longer than it should have. My conversation with Eamon kept replaying in my head, the weight of what I'd asked him to do sitting heavy in my chest. I trusted him to handle the gun situation, but the knot in my stomach wouldn't loosen. Too many variables. Too many things that could go wrong.

I shook my head, forcing myself to focus on the immediate problem. The sorority. Whatever hazing ritual they had planned for me. I'd survived worse ...