Chapter 15

• It was almost ten in the evening when Rowen filed the last paper on his desk. He fell against his chair with a creak and removed his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. His body yearned for a hot shower and a soft bed, and yet his mind remained racing non-stop for the last few days.
• Hayleigh was beginning to act strange. Unsurprising, but disappointing. Especially frustrating, now that he had one final level to clear. Now he was stuck in the same boat as Keiran, who remained at a standstill with his pet.
• Rowen eyed his office door before rising. The halls were deathly silent at this time of the night as his footsteps echoed off the walls on his way to Keiran’s office. The Literature professor was still in, typing on his laptop.