A month after the exam, I received an acceptance email. That was when I knew it was a university, not a college. Since it was London, that made sense.

Fast forward to a week later and I was ready to go.

“Christopher will still be your driver,” Kross informed me as we all piled into the elevator with my bags.

Since he was standing behind me, I bent my head back and stared up at him. He stared down at me, but all I could see was his jaw.

“He’s coming with me to London?” I asked, still looking at him even though my neck was beginning to cramp.

“Yes.”...