Ethan was in class when he saw the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen walk in. Something about her stopped him cold—the way she carried herself, like she was trying not to be seen but couldn’t help it anyway. Pale skin, long dark hair in a low braid, and those eyes… sharp, almost silver-blue, like winter sky after snow.

He didn’t even realize he was staring until Mrs. Blake spoke.

“All right, everyone,” she said, her voice calm and soft, “we have a new student joining us today.”

She turned slightly toward the girl. Toward you.

“This is (enter your name). She just move here from (enter where).”