Chapter 240

Elodie’s POV

The Tuesday morning sun felt like a personal insult. My legs were still caked in dried marsh mud, and my hair smelled like a swamp, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Julius was officially in play, and according to the school’s digital "New Student" board, he was already in the building.

"He’s in my European History class," Felton whispered as we huddled by the lockers. He looked