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“Sure,” I reply, grateful for the distraction.

As we make our way to the dining hall, I can’t help but wonder about the dynamics at play here. Ophelia’s words, though coated in sugar, had a sharp edge to them. Sylvester actually treated me like a normal human being. Bishop, well, being Bishop.

“So,” I begin, glancing sideways at Aubrey. “Can someone finally explain to me why we have giant pine trees inside the dining hall?” I ask, deciding not to think too much about all the weirdness.

Lighthearted. Easy. That’s what I was after.

“That one’s simple. Altair believes in working with the elements, not overpowering them. That’s why our buildings are designed with such expansive windows.”

I nod, taking in this information as we approach the doors of the dining hall. The trees inside seem to stretch endlessly upward, their branches brushing against the high ceiling.

“But doesn’t that make it, I don’t know, hard to maintain? Or keep clean?” I ask, pushing open the door and feeling a rush of air mixed with the scent of pine.

Aubrey laughs, a light, tinkling sound. “Oh, absolutely. But that’s part of the charm, or so they say. Plus, it gives our groundskeeper something to do during the winter months.”

Oh. “Well, that’s good, I guess.”

Aubrey chuckles. “It’s kind of cool, really. The trees are actually part of the building’s air filtration system. Plus, they help regulate temperature and humidity.”

Wow…that was actually pretty impressive.

I look up at the towering pines with newfound appreciation. I guess Altair really does take being environmentally friendly seriously. How ironic for a university that doesn’t have a club at all related to it or plants of any variety.

Yes, I am still upset about it.

As we grab some food, Aubrey continues to share more about Altair, and I listen intently, intrigued by the distinct features of this school that I had never heard of before. By the time we finish our meals, she’s still rambling on, but I’m completely engrossed and don’t mind at all. Surprisingly, this place doesn’t seem terrible, at least from her point of view.

Chapter 20

Alex

I’m starting to think Alfie purposely gave me a fake key, because this stupid thing doesn’t unlock any doors on campus. I’ve lost count of how many strange looks and expressions I’ve received from other students while attempting to use this useless thing.

I wouldn’t be shocked if the students at this school believe I’m insane.

As I contemplate my next move, a group of giggling freshmen out for a late night pass by, pointing and whispering. I can already hear the new rumors forming. “Did you see her try tobreak into the Professor’s office? With a key that didn’t even work!”

I sigh and slump against the nearest wall, staring at the offending key in my hand. It’s a small, brass thing with an intricate design etched into the bow.

If I really want to, I can trudge across campus to confront Alfie, but that would mean admitting defeat. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned at this school, it’s that showing weakness is like blood in the water. Plus—and this is the main reason—the last time I complained to him, he just disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Such a jerk move.

I tuck the key back into my pocket. I’m stalling, putting off why I’d really come here this late at night anyway.

It took me a few days, but I’ve finally gathered enough courage to visit the pool. Well, enough to at least have my swimsuit on underneath my clothes before leaving my dorm room.

Screw it.

As I make my way toward the natatorium, my footsteps echo in the empty courtyard. The closer I get, the more a mix of anticipation and dread churns in my stomach.

The pool building looms before me, its glass walls reflecting the moonlight. I pause at the entrance, my hand hovering over the door handle.

You can’t learn to swim if you refuse to get in the water.

With a deep breath, I push the door open. The smell of chlorine hits me immediately, bringing back a flood of memories. The pool area is dimly lit, the water’s surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It’s eerily quiet, save for the gentle lapping of the water against the tiles. No ropes are dividing the pool tonight.

Kicking off my shoes, I walk to the edge of the pool, my bare feet cold against the tiles. I take a moment to steady myself, my toes curling over the rim. The water beckons, both inviting andterrifying. I close my eyes, trying to summon the courage I’d built up over the past few days.

I take a shaky breath, trying to calm my nerves. This is ridiculous. It’s just water.

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