Students lounged in the spacious, really cool lobby of the dorm, surrounding a TV that was about the size of a Hummer. We didn’t have anything like that in my own dorm back at Radford. Neither did we have such great, comfy couches. I’d sat in the red one. Once. I wanted to marry it.

Of course, no one really paid attention to me as I walked out the doors that had been fixed from when the shades had gotten inside. No one really ever paid attention to me unless Seth was with me, and honestly, they were just staring at him. I was kind of like a side item, the French fries to the Big Mac.

Mmm. French fries.

I knew what I was getting from the cafeteria.

I’d probably lose weight if, for once, I ate something leafy and green or grilled, but their bacon was like an orgasm of the mouth and their fries were the really awesome shoestring kind that were so hard to find. Honestly, I think the food here was made with some kind of magic, because everything tasted better.

The night air was chilly, as usual, as I cut across the lawn and hit the pathway. The cafeteria wasn’t far from the dorm, and since they’d be serving food until midnight, I was pretty confident I could get myself a plate of fries.

And maybe even a thick, juicy—

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

My breath caught in response to the unexpected voice and I spun around, immediately finding the source of the voice. Even startled, I recognized that six months ago I would’ve fallen over if I’d turned around that fast back then.

Ninja status halfway there.

The guy stepped out of the shadows of an olive tree—a tree that I had no idea how it was still alive in these conditions. I immediately recognized him from yesterday.

Colin.

My heart slowed down. All right, he wasn’t going to be a problem. At least, I didn’t think so. “I’m okay. Just heading to the cafeteria.”

He slowly approached me, as if he was worried he was going to send me running in the opposite direction. “Where is the Apollyon?”

Yep. I was the fries to the Big Mac. “He’s out patrolling, so I’m going to get something to eat.”

“I’ll go with you then.”

I raised a brow. “Thanks, but that’s not necessary.”

“Look, I’m not trying to be domineering, but it really isn’t safe for you to be out here by yourself.” Closer, he passed under one of the lampposts. His black hair was shiny, an odd and, of course, majorly attractive contrast to his sapphire-blue eyes. “You saw what happened yesterday. A lot of the pures around here don’t view mortals as any better than they view halfs.”