Chapter 7

On Sunday morning, I was set to meet Nathan at the library to go over competition problems. Before leaving, I spotted a note slipped under my door.

It read: [Go back to your orphanage. You're not welcome here. Or else, face the consequences.]

The handwriting was messy, clearly disguised. I sneered, shoved the note into my bag, and headed out.

At the library, Nathan was already waiting in a corner. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, outlining him sharply. He wore a pale blue shirt that made his skin glow.

"Sorry, I'm a few minutes late," I said, sliding into…