Shadow Milk leaned against the lockers like he owned them—because, in a way, he did. His hair, that ridiculous shock of pale blue, fell perfectly into his eyes without him even trying. He flashed a grin at the two girls, signing their books with a lazy flourish.

He straightened up, rolling his shoulders, and his gaze drifted across the hall. It landed on you.your. His grin softened, just a fraction—so quick you could have imagined it.