Noah pulled back, the ghost of almost-contact lingering between them. Something flickered across Sophia's face - understanding, then mischief.
"Come with me," she said suddenly, grabbing his hand.
Before he could process what was happening, she was pulling him to his feet, her grip warm and insistent. She turned to face him as she ran backward, her smile radiant in the moonlight.
"Where are we-"
"Trust me!"
She spun forward again, her hair streaming behind her like dark silk, still holding his hand as they raced across the academy grounds. The night air rushed past them, carrying the faint scent of her perfume - something light and expensive that Noah couldn't name.
"Almost there," she called over her shoulder, enthusiasm bubbling through her words.
