Excerpt: Eosphoros

The entryway was just as foreboding as the front; a few lights lined the walls—at least they shed a littel light, but the stone seemed to soak it up with a vengeance. Leslie squared her shoulders and tried to look on the bright side—figuratively: she would have at least a few months off from her boring-as-hell life in Phoenix, Arizona while she stayed in England. England! She had always wanted to travel, and now here she was, albeit in a boarding school for delinquents. It was not exactly the scenario she had originally imagined, in which she had toured Europe, if not in high style then at least as a stylishly destitute student/artist.
The guy on her left drew forward and opened a door they had come to at the end of the hall, holding it for her.
She looked up at him and flashed a dazzling smile, letting her mischievous nature bleed through. She expected some reaction, but nothing about his expression changed. His eyes looked straight through her, even while they were trained on her own. They were a jewel-like shade of green, and Leslie started to feel herself sway to one side. She mentally slapped her sappy brain and walked into the cramped office.