Book 1: The Trojan Horse. I rationalised all the things in my dorm I would need most and what I could manage to carry. Mattheo interrupted those thoughts, "You're going to run." It wasn't a question, he knew well enough by now, that he didn't bother to ask. "Don't." He said shortly. "He will come for me, even send people to hurt me if he hasn't already." I whispered as if someone could hear, as if someone would care. Of course he already had. And I should've known. When did I get so distracted?