I couldn’t bring myself to wave back.
Chapter 9
Dev
I walked the new girl back to her room in silence.
She seemed to prefer it.
Actually, she seemed to prefer I didn’t exist at all.
Her hands were clenched so tight in those leather gloves I could almost see the imprint of her nails through the material.
“So, how do you know K?”
“We don’t have to talk,” she said sharply.
I paused. “Is that a hard question?”
She whipped a glare at me that said I’d already crossed several invisible lines.
I almost smiled.
“I don’t need an escort,” she muttered. “So go back and tell K that.”
“So you know your way around already?” I asked mildly.
She stopped. Looked around. The corridors twisted in every direction, each one identical and miserable.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Fine by me. But if you get lost and wander into Chaos Wing? K will be pissed.”
“Chaos Wing?” she echoed.
“Caught that one, huh? That’s where they keep the serial killers. The real crazies.”
“Awesome,” she said under her breath.
“Don’t worry,” I grinned. “They only let them out on the full moon. I’ll keep you safe.”
She went pale—but stayed a little closer to my side.
Good. She had some survival instinct.
We turned the corner into Night Wing, and I stopped dead.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
She nearly crashed into me. “What—?”
I pointed.
Sitting right in front of her door was a whole raw chicken.
Pink. Bloody. Limp.
And arranged around it, in a messy little halo, were wildflowers.
