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And I… I feelnothing.
I don’t know if this is another aspect to post-forest Jessa. I can’t tolerate the girls’ bullshit and mind games anymore. Let them fall apart. I’m just astonished my own words can do that. Maybe I do have more power here than I thought.
At least I’m not celebrating Freya’s departure, the way Rory clearly is. He’s grinning from ear to ear.
He leans in to me and quietly murmurs, “You know, at the start of the year, we had a bet going to get rid of every single one of you girls. But it looks like you’re doing all the hard work for us.” His grin widens, all flashy teeth and sharp canines. “Thanks, little saint.”
He sidles off, his hands thrust into his blazer pockets. Finlay stands beside him, and together they go down for breakfast.
A bet. Of course. Classy.
My eyes find Becca, who’s been relegated to Arabella’s shoulder to cry on.
“That ritual,” a voice says suddenly beside me, and I glance up to see Luke gazing down at me. His eyes are dark and narrowed, as though all the better to analyze me with. “It was about Freya?” There’s a thread of skepticism there, and no wonder. Sure, a centuries-old ritual heralded new girlFreyaand her dad’s whisky business as the most important thing for students to be aware of.
I meet his eyes. “You heard her. Why would she lie?”
There’s a tightness to Luke’s mouth. “Shewould not. But I am not so sure about you these days.”
When he walks away, I actually feel shaken. More shaken than I had watching Freya’s departure, that’s for sure.
I remember Rory’s words, about how this is all going to come crashing down around me.
Later, it would be obvious that Freya leaving had only been the start.
