Chapter 3

It was one o'clock in the morning when a message popped up from Vera Wynn: [Where are you?]

Vera was the quietest girl in our dorm, rarely speaking unless in class or buried in exam prep.

I replied simply: [The study room.]

Minutes later, she sent over a photo of our dorm desk area.

Chloe was sitting in my chair, rummaging through my drawer, with Alex standing right beside her.

Another message followed instantly: [They think I'm asleep, but I'm wide awake.]

My mind jolted, fully alert.

I asked: [Did you hear anything they said?]

This time, Vera sent an…