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Even my irritation about someone ruining The Spot is hard to hold on to as I trail after her fuming little form.
Then, I remember that The Spot is all that ties us together. Without it, she might dismiss me from her day-to-day life.
Can’t have that.
“Excuse me.” Shorty raps her knuckles on the front desk to get the student worker’s attention.
The tall blonde girl turns with a smile that falters. Having been on the wrong end of Shorty’s glares before, I have an idea of what she’s seeing.
Pure intimidation.
“How can I help you?”
“There’s a leather armchair that is normally on the third floor by the side window. It’s gone. Where is it?”
A few passing students slow down like rubberneckers on the opposite side of the highway from a car crash. Drama is a teasing scent in the air.
“Oh, um … I-I think someone moved it.”
“Moved it?” Shorty’s question growls out of her throat.
I bite my lip to keep from grinning and prepare myself to grab her if she decides to launch herself over the desk at the innocent library worker.
“Yeah, I think so.” The girl fiddles with her hair as her eyes dart from side to side.
“Where exactly did theymoveit?” Shorty spits out the wordmoveas if it had a nasty taste.
The worker swallows before speaking, “Um, I might have seen it in the basement. Maybe.”
“The basement!” My competitor throws her hands up and finally leaves the poor girl alone, plowing through the curious onlookers without acknowledging their existence.
I jog after her as she stalks back toward the elevator.
“Probably some full-of-themselves upperclassmen moved it. Think they run the place.”
“Yeah. Bunch of assholes. Am I right?” I nudge her with my elbow as we wait. The gesture earns me a glare.
“I’m not fully convinced this isn’t your doing.” She runs her eyes over me, frowning all the while.
Instead of being intimidated or offended, I bask in her scrutiny. Shorty is back and in full force. She had me worried last week, but when I spotted her this morning, a surprising rush of excitement filled my chest.
The doors slide open, and she takes her gaze away from me when she moves forward. Like a besotted puppy, I follow right on her heels.
“I might mess with you, Shorty, but I’d never desecrate The Spot.” My fingers catch a lock of her hair, and I give it a playful tweak.
The scowl she hits me with this time appears softer. As she bats my hand away, I catch a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
“Not sure I can trust you, Lucy.”
“Lucy?”
There’s a clear twinkle in her eye this time when she looks up at me. “Short for Lucifer.”
I choke out a disbelieving laugh as she fights a grin.
“Where’d that nickname come from?”
Instead of answering, she tightens her lips and stares at the doors.
