"Easy for you to say. You're a jock type. I'm just a cellist." Sebastian grumbled quietly to himself still holding the bat by the fat end.

"You've had a nightmare. Seeing things in the shadows is probably an extension of waking up with actual injuries. It is a library full of magic. Maybe what you're seeing is something from one of the books?"

Despite his effort Casey's unease was starting to rub off on him and he couldn't shake the feeling that at any moment Christian Scott was going to appear out of one of those shadows. Or one of the many other bullies would suddenly shove him into the shadows.