Final

Eleni

The morning of my final, I pad downstairs in a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. I haven’t seen anyone other than Staten Island Saints in weeks, other than the diner. I might be about to pass my first semester of college.

My face is on the dark web with a bounty. I might be about to fail my first semester of college. Around and around again. Hopefully I can block it out long enough to actually pass the test.

I freeze as I round the bend in the stairs. Seb stands there, in casual jeans and a T-shirt for the first time, which I expected. I didn’t expect the two other guys in normal, severe suits.

“Did something change?” I ask.

Seb loops his arm through mine. “The big boss figured I’d do better undercover, just another student, so he wanted a set of distant eyes.”

I frown. “So somet……