Chapter 31

ALEXANDROS Rain pounds against the roof of the history building like it is trying to get to me. Perhaps it is. I close my eyes and try not to think of the reason for the twelve inches of rain that have fallen since last night, but she is never far from my thoughts. It has been that way since the moment I met her. But now, after last night, I have been consumed with questions that I lack the desire to know the answers to. Yet I cannot stop asking them. What is she? Why does her soul call to mine like it does? Who is responsible for Ophelia Hart’s attendance at this institution? And given what happened with Ronan two weeks ago and the girl from her high school last night, who else knows what she is and wants her dead? I looked into Penelope Nugent, and yes, she had a cruel streak. Not unlike most humans, in my experience. But murdering Ophelia seems a step too … unhinged. The only thing that makes sense is that someone was pulling her strings. The door to the classroom opens, and I snarl