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“I lied because you were drawing unnecessary attention to us and telling everyone to give me hell. What did you expect me to do?”
This is getting really fucking old.I sweep my fingers through my hair, lips pressed together firmly as I tsk. “You’re making it really hard to be nice right now.”
She snorts. “You think you’re being nice? I’d hate to see what you do when you’re being mean.”
“You’re about to find out.” I grab her arm, this time with enough pressure to yank her flimsy body out of the chair. She fusses and fights, but I don’t let up as I pull her through the library, all eyes on us. “Mind your fucking business,” I growl at a table of guys who look concerned for her safety.
We pass five rows of books, and when I find an empty one, out of the sight and sound of others, I drag her down it. “Ah, horror. This is fitting.” I spin her around midway down the row and press her back to the shelves of books.
“Is this really necessary?” she seethes, surrendering her fight. I’m hopeful she realizes I’m not fucking around anymore.
I brace my hands on either side of her, closing in on her personal space. “Do you think this is a game?”
Her head tilts slightly to the side, a quizzical expression on her face. “What did you just say?”
“I said cut the bullshit. That key is my lifeline at this place. I need it back.”
“No. After that. Repeat what you said.”
“I asked if you think this is a game.”
Scar licks her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. “It was you, wasn’t it? All of it. The pictures, the note, the recording.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The jig is up. I know it was you. Might as well confess now.”
“If this is some tactic to try and get me to forget about the key, it’s not working.”
“Fuck the key!” She literally spits, hitting me in the eye. I turn my head, seething, but hold it together the best I can. “Admit it, Crew. You came to The Foxes' Den, watched me for minutes in one of those ugly robes, then took pictures of me. Earlier today, you put a threatening note in my lunch, then you had the balls to play a recording through a speaker of a private conversation between me and Maddie.”
I have no idea what she’s talking about. But Jagger was acting sketchy when I left the house, asking me if I was out on the trail and if I went to the girls’ dorm in my ceremonial robe.
“I didn’t do any of that shit. If someone really did those things, it wasn’t us.”
The realization hits me all at once—someone else is fucking with her.“Look, Scar. All bullshit aside. If that really happened, I need to know because it wasn’t us and it means someone is undermining our authority and breaking every goddamn rule The Lawless has set forth.”
“Oh, it happened all right. I still hear her voice in my head. The promise we made to never come to this place. Go search the trails. My lunch and the note are out there somewhere.”
“Fuck.” I slam my hands to the shelf behind her.I’ve gotta talk to the guys.“Wait. Did you tell Jagger about all this?” She must have, because he knew. And that motherfucker never told me when he all but accused me of doing that shit.
“I told Jagger because I thought it was him at first. So, you’re really saying it wasn’t you?”
I can’t tell if she’s being accusatory and still thinks it was, or if she’s scared to death that it’s not. Scar isn’t afraid of me, but she might be afraid of someone else.
“I swear on Maddie’s life, it was not me. And I can almost guarantee you it wasn’t Jagger.”
“And Neo?”
That, I can’t answer. The guy is a loose cannon lately. In the past, I’d be able to answer honestly. Now, I’ve got no idea what he’s up to.
I shrug my shoulders because telling her I know it wasn’t him is a lie, but telling her it could be is a betrayal to my friend. Let’s hope it is Neo for the sake of every male student at this Academy.
“Do you believe me?” I ask her, genuinely.
She chews on her bottom lip, something she does when she’s thinking hard. Her head slowly nods before she says, “I really shouldn’t, but I do. I’ve learned your expressions, and I think I’m starting to realize when you’re lying and when you’re not.”
“Wish I could say the same for you. I still think you’ve got my key.”
