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I craned my neck to get a better look. I knew for a fact this wasn’t her weapon—she carried some obnoxious Viking ax thing (of course)—and at closer inspection, this didn’t seem like the typical choice at all. Sure, it was a knife, but the blade looked shoddy, like it was a kitchen implement bought on the cheap rather than a prized weapon.
“Tell us about this crude blade,” Alcántara said.
“When considering how to do it,” she continued, “how to kill him, I began with his name. Marlin Grosse. From there, it was simple. ”
“Simple…how?” Alcántara seemed interested now.
Frost clearly liked the attention. I watched her loosen up. Warm to it. “It’s a fishing knife that I…borrowed from the kitchens. ” She looked up through her lashes and smiled at Alcántara. She loved the vampires, loved life on this island, and it made me sick to watch her fawn like this.
“Fine, fine,” Alcántara said, sounding impatient again. “Perhaps you’ll share with the class the significance of this choice. ”
“I’m from Maine,” she continued. The warmth had bled from her voice and she was robotic again. “My father was…is…a fisherman. I know how to use a boning knife. ”
There were a couple of chuckles in the room, and her eyes shot up. “Yes, ha-ha, boning. A boy like Marlin would’ve had the same reaction. ”
“And that is why you chose this particular blade?”
“Well, that and the fact that his name was Marlin. You know”—she paused, waiting for the dimmer kids in the class to get it—“like the fish. ”
“Lovely,” Alcántara cooed. “Tell us how you orchestrated your execution. ”
She nodded, and though her gaze was aimed straight ahead, I was sure she was focused on nothing but what she saw in her own head. “Marlin was going to, you know, force me. ”
Jesus. I stared. I might’ve even stopped breathing. What the hell had Frost gone through? What were we all going through? And why were so many of these girls set on going it alone? She hated me, but she could’ve trusted me. She could have told me all this stuff was going on for her.
“He kissed me,” she went on. “He told me if I let him…do things…he said it would only hurt a little bit. I let him kiss me while I slipped the knife from my coat pocket. And then I told him he was wrong. That it would hurt a lot. For him. And that’s when I did it. I stabbed him. ”
You could’ve heard a pin drop. Nobody made a sound. Nobody, that is, until Alcántara broke the silence with a majestic slow-clap.
“Brilliant,” he said as a blissful smile spread across his face. “That was lovely. Thank you for sharing. Truly, that was a triumphant moment for you. ” He turned to the rest of us. “Acari Frost has followed my instructions to the letter. Her assassination had meaning. It was clever and brave and, I daresay, poetic. ”
Elbows on the desk, my chin was resting in my hands, and I curled my fingernails into my cheeks to keep myself from scowling. Poetic. Give me a break. Sociopathic, more like.
Alcántara’s eyes swept the room till they met mine. My breath caught at the intensity of his gaze, heavy on me. “Class is dismissed,” he said. But then he caught me, stopping me with a single finger crooked around my arm as I tried to breeze past. “I look forward to your contribution, Acari Drew. And, querida?”
I forced myself to breathe in and out. I didn’t know what power he was capable of, and I forced my mind to remain clear. “Yes, Master Alcántara?”
“I expect results. ” He gave my arm a lingering, creepy squeeze, then let me walk out of the classroom.
I rubbed my arm where he’d touched me. I’d show him results. I’d show him poetic.
I’d need to be very careful as I formulated my plan. Very patient. I couldn’t raise suspicion. Which meant, even though I found this whole assassination thing repellent, I had to participate.
I’d have to deal with one Toby Engel.
How, though? How was I supposed to kill someone named Trainee Toby? I mean, even his name sounded like he belonged in an animated cartoon. But it was life or death, and I’d always fight for life—my own, at least.
And besides, the Trainees had their own assignments to perform. Rob would attack me again—only this time, he wouldn’t just want to bite for class credit. He’d probably attempt to kill me, simple as that. There was also Yasuo to consider. It broke my heart to think my best buddy wanted me dead.
And where was Carden? It was long past time for him to show up. To steal a kiss, snug me close, and make me forget my troubles.
But then someone else appeared, bringing my thoughts to a whole other preoccupied place. “Annelise,” Ronan said, his long legs catching up to me easily.
“Uh, hi,” I said a bit awkwardly. Last term, I’d barely seen him, and now the guy was all over the place. It was unnerving. It didn’t matter, though. Our chat wouldn’t last long because now Carden really would appear any second—he always did when Ronan was around.
The path forked, and I stopped and pointed in the direction of the dining hall. “Well, I’m this way,” I said, kind of wanting to ditch him. Carden was out there somewhere, probably sensing even now how we were chatting, and a testosterone showdown was the last thing I felt like dealing with.
“You’re headed for dinner?” He turned down the path. “I’ll go with you. ”
