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"Hey," she says with a bright smile as she answers my video call.
"Hey." My voice is much less animated than hers, and her face falls immediately.
"I was going to ask how things were, but I think your face pretty much says it all. How was the weekend?" she asks with a wince.
"Well," I say, placing my cell on the bed and quickly pulling my shirt off. "I got this," I say, showing her my new brand.
"Holy shit," she breathes, her eyes so wide it looks painful. "It's really real."
"You thought I was lying?" I hate that my voice breaks on that question. She has every right to question my words after everything that went down in Sterling Bay, but it still stings.
"No, not at all. No one knows all the things you do unless they're part of this. But seeing that, it just makes it so—"
"Real," I mutter. "Tell me about it."
"Did it hurt?"
"Not as much as what came after."
"What happened?"
"I didn't tell you everything on the beach," I admit, scrubbing my hand down my face. There is so much she still doesn't know.
"Oh?"
"Did you know Mia Thompson back in high school?"
"Err… the name is familiar, but I can't picture her."
"She'd have been in your class at Gravestone High. She's a freshman at Gravestone U and—"
"Bexley," she interrupts, "I'm actually a year older than all of you. After everything with… After all that, I retook my sophomore year here. So she'd have been in the class below."
"Right, okay." Hadley seems impressed that I just skim over that nugget of information, but really, after everything I've discovered recently, it's hardly earth-shattering. "Anyway, Mia is… Mia is Cade's prosapia and—"
"Bexley," Hadley warns, "tell me you haven't."
"I didn't know about any of this bullshit when I first met her."
"You need to walk away." She lets out a resigned sigh, her face deadly serious.
"I can't, Hads. I can't leave her with him. I don't trust him."
"Jesus." She drops her head into her hands. "Carry on and you're going to end up getting yourself killed."
"Rather me than her."
Her chin falls in shock. "Wow, she must really be something, Bex."
"She is. She's… fuck—" I hang up the second my door flies open.
"What the fuck?" I bark as Kingsley marches into my room like he owns the fucking place. "How'd you—"
His manic laugh cuts off my words. "You think I'd let you lock yourself away, Easton? Clearly you’re stupider than you look."
I glance behind him to see Alex loitering in the doorway.
"Who were you talking to?"
