He drew his sword anyway, though he fervently hoped he wouldn’t have to use it. Straight As and practice aside, he’d only ever had to fight with it once, against a goblin. Goblins were little homicidal maniacs, and this one had been vicious, but only about two feet high. Aiden had felt bad about killing the thing, despite how obviously it had been trying to kill him
Cassandra’s apartment in the graduate residence was right on the edge of campus. It was a relief to see his friend relax when they were close to the traffic lights and other people hurrying home before midnight. Twelve A.M. was nearly two hours away, but the sunset came earlier now it was late summer, and everyone knew the Dark Things didn’t always wait. The big grin Cassandra gave him as they walked up the stairs to the building underscored how nervous she’d been.