Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Sophie nodded, realizing she should check in with Fitz to see if he
found anything.
Cue all the flutters.
Keep me posted, Mr. Forkle told her, standing and pulling out his
pathfinder. I’ll be Magnate Leto again starting tomorrow. Hail me anytime.
Or stop by my office on Monday.
Monday?
He smiled. Yes, Miss Foster. Your arm has recovered nicely, and I don’t
want you falling too far behind on your studies. So I think it’s time for you
and Mr. Vacker to return to Foxfire.
• • •
School was the last thing Sophie felt like adding to her to-do list. But
apparently it wasn’t optional. So Monday morning she found herself
dressed in one of the Level Four uniforms that Flori had added secret
pockets to, trying to decide which was making her palms sweatier:
knowing she was about to walk onto campus trailed by her
multispeciesial entourage, or knowing she was about to face a million
awkward decisions about how to act around Fitz in such a public place
—with Keefe watching.
And the day was every bit as disastrous as she’d imagined. Like
when she stepped into the glass pyramid for morning orientation and
the entire room went pin-drop silent. Or how Bo kept growling, “What
are you staring at?” to everyone they passed in the halls. Or lunch,
when Sophie chose to sit between Keefe and Dex because she was
worried it’d look too suspicious if she sat next to Fitz, and when she’d
met his beautiful eyes, he’d looked . . . super hurt. Add in the fact that
she hadn’t caught up on all of her missed assignments—and the fact