CLARK POV:
The campus was massive.
And when I say massive, I mean get-lost-and-die-of-old-age-before-you-find-the-dorms-again kind of massive. The buildings were arranged like someone had handed an architect a puzzle with missing pieces and told them to just wing it. Halls twisted and turned like a literal maze. If I'd been alone, I probably would've ended up in a basement broom closet thinking it was the library.
But thankfully, Sara was a genius with directions. Seriously. She didn't just remember where places were—she actually started pointing out shortcuts and alternate exits like she'd been here for years thanks for the map. Meanwhile, I was mentally marking trees and doors like a lost five-year-old at the mall.
Our first stop: the library.
