Page 16 of Vicious Knight

Chapter 4

Ivy

After a hectic morning of getting my music courses sorted out, I’m finally at the English and Arts Building.

I called ahead to find out if I could still sign up for the English literature course and they agreed.

I head over to the registration desk and the assistant hands me the registration clipboard.

My name is already there, so I sign next to it, relief filling me.

I’m doing this course as a minor. Since I missed out on yesterday’s events, I worried I wouldn’t be able to join, but hope was on my side.

For the first time since arriving at Raventhorn I feel like I can relax.

I may even be able to forget my encounter last night with Thorne Ivanov.

I’ve been crazy busy so I haven’t had time to think about him. But every so often, like now, he creeps into my thoughts.

I hand the clipboard back to the course assistant and she smiles at me from beneath her thick-framed glasses.

“This is yours.” She gives me a folder with the course materials.

“Thank you.”

“Professor Bates is doing an intro workshop tomorrow. Would you like me to sign you up? He has an interesting way of teaching so he likes to give his students a heads-up.”

“That sounds like I should be there.”

“If I were you I’d definitely go.” She gives me an exaggerated nod.

“Then sign me up.” I grin back at her, already liking Professor Bates. In high school, my senior year English teacher also taught us drama. She liked to have us act out our novels so every English class felt like we were on stage.

“Do you have any questions I can help with?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure I will. I’m one of those people who will have a million and one things to ask when the course gets going.”

“All my details are in the back of the folder. Just send me an email when those questions come up.”

“Thank you, I will.” I give her a grateful smile before ambling away from the desk.

I head over to the shelves by the entrance and grab the map from the side pocket of my bag. I need directions to the coffee shop. With the day I still have ahead of me, I’m going to need the strongest coffee they can make.

I’m glad I got my courses sorted out, but no way am I out of the woods yet.

My lateness yesterday did not go unnoticed by the Theta Alpha leadership.

The first thing to greet me early this morning before I left my room was an envelope slid under my door. Inside the envelope was a letter from the president, Tiffany Vasilyev, expressing her displeasure that I missed the first day.

She didn’t care why I was late, or about the trouble I had getting to campus. She just went in on me for my insolence.

The letter ended with informing me that I would be dealt with at the meeting after lunch—which is in two hours.

This is the kind of stupid shit I wasn’t looking forward to. I didn’t even want to join a sorority, but as an heir I have to.

I pull out the map, locate the nearest coffeehouse, and circle it.

When I look up I find myself staring at a dark-haired girl standing across from me, smiling.

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