Emily’s POV

The professor’s final words barely echoed off the auditorium walls before the rustle of closing laptops and zipping backpacks filled the room.

I shoved my notebook into my tote bag so fast the paper crumpled. My heart was still hammering against my ribs from Daniel’s text glowing on my phone screen.

Room 1402. Be there at 4:30 PM sharp.

"Hey, slow down," Ethan said, reaching over to catch my elbow as I stood up. "Where's the fire?"

"Nowhere," I said quickly, pulling my bag onto my shoulder. "I just... I have a lot to do before tonight."

Before Ethan could ask anything else, a voice called out from...