Elena.

Once my footsteps reached the front of his classroom, there he was. Killian was sitting in his chair when I entered, his fingers busy writing something on a piece of paper. He doesn't look up as I pass by, but I can feel the change in atmosphere. I'm sure he must have smelled my scent from a distance.

"Sit down Elena, the other students will be here soon," he said as he looked at his watch, then at the door. I slipped my bag off my shoulder and set it on the floor, then sat down in one of the chairs.

The next person to enter was Javier, a...