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His upper lip twitched and he looked like I’d just told him there was no such thing as Santa Claus.
“Sorry to ruin your fun, but I couldn’t have done this either,” I said. “And you know that. I don’t have anywhere near to this kind of control.”
“I bet you wish you did,” he snarled.
“Sure,” I said. “So I wouldn’t worry about using it on accident. I’m not stupid. I know how good I have it here. You really think I’d want to throw all this away just because I want to use some power I didn’t even know I had?”
His lips parted but he didn’t say anything. I’d actually rendered him speechless. Guess he’d never considered that maybe I didn’t have any motive to use the power he was here to keep me from using.
“Shouldn’t you be investigating this or something?” I asked, feeling emboldened by my truth bombs.
“Yeah. But you’re coming with me.” He wrinkled his nose. “I’m not sure I believe you didn’t have anything to do with this.”
I rolled my eyes, not even trying to hide my frustration. “Fine. Lead on, fearless leader.”
He ignored me and started to walk toward the main office door. I followed him, my shoes crunching over broken glass from popped lights.
The hallway was eerily quiet, despite being nearly full of people. Time had stopped right during the change between classes. I hadn’t even heard the bell in Dr. Green’s office.
We walked past frozen mages, shifters mid-step, and vampires reaching for their friends ahead of them. Some of the students were dusted in white powder.
I looked up and noticed that the stone of the ceiling looked cracked in places. Had it always been like that or was this new? I’d never bothered to look up in the hall before.
I stopped in front of one of my classmates. Ian, a sulky stereotypical vampire in a long black coat with perfect black eyeliner under both eyes. He held one strap of his backpack on his shoulder and his shiny black nail polish and perfectly groomed black hair made the white powder stand out even more than it did on the other students.
I rubbed my finger tips on his shoulder, feeling the gritty substance. It felt like fine sand. It probably had come from the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” Officer M called.
I looked up and narrowed my eyes to find him in the dim light of the hallway. He was almost to the stairway. Quickly, I wiped my fingers on my pants and hurried to catch up to my parole officer.
We walked down the stairs, weaving around statue-like students mid-stride. It was like walking into the middle of the fucking apocalypse. If Medusa was running the show.
The only thing that made it worse, was that so far, I was stuck here alone with Officer M. Literally the last person I wanted to do anything with.
Whoever did this better fix it, fast.
