I can’t get my heart to stop pounding in my chest. Blood whooshes in my ears as Ashton saunters down the hallway, his words still echoing in my mind.

“Pick you up at seven for our Yule date,” Ashton throws over his shoulder.

A few passing students give me a double-take, and I ease from the door, walking forward on numb legs. How the hell did he know the door is demon-crafted? My stomach twists in on itself and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

I rush to the girls’ bathroom just in time.

My hands shake as I wash my hands and face.

“Amber Krieg, please report...