Her Dirty Little Games
she asked, tilting her head.
I nodded. “Yeah. First day.”
She grinned. “Welcome to chaos.”
That made me laugh, the tension easing a little from my shoulders. “That bad, huh?”
“Oh, you’ll love it. Depends on the professor, though.” She leaned closer and whispered dramatically, “If it’s Dr. Mason, you might as well prepare your soul.”
I giggled, genuinely this time. “Noted.”
“By the way, I’m Claire,” she said, holding out her hand.