The Queen. Кира Касс

gave me my letter. As I suspected, it was from Adele. So many tiny happy things were piling into my day.

      “You cut your hair.”

      I pulled my gaze from the letter. “I did.” I grabbed a section and brought it over my shoulder. “Do you like it?”

      There was something in his eyes—not quite mischief, not quite a secret. “I do. Very much.” With that he turned and walked down the hall, not even glancing back.

      It was true I had an idea of who he was. Still, as I saw him in day-to-day life, I realized there was much more to him than what I’d seen on the Report. That knowledge didn’t seem daunting, though.

      On the contrary, he was a mystery I was excited to solve.

      I smiled and tore open the letter right there in the hallway, moving under a window for the sake of the light.