Her heels echoed like judgment.
Silver had been aimlessly wandering the Gothic corridors of Yale's academic buildings since storming out of her confrontation with Americus, trying to walk off the emotional residue of their fight without having to face the uncomfortable truth that her roommate was probably right about Carroway's manipulative intentions. The stone hallways usually buzzed with the energy of students moving between classes, study groups forming and dissolving, the comfortable chaos of academic life continuing its familiar rhythms.
