Echo.

I was walking back to my room when Don and I found ourselves face to face again for the umpteenth time, a tense silence hung between us like a heavy fog. I meant to bypass him and simply act like I had not seen him but our paths met and his eyes locked onto mine with a calculated intensity.

"Echo," he spoke, his voice a sinister undertone, "I need something from you."

I raised an eyebrow, my guard instinctively rising. "And what might that be, Don?"

His lips curled into a sly grin, like he was a predator sizing up its prey. "Access to the ancient books, the ones...