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The bird cocked its head at me then flew off. Maybe I should never have changed my name to Aurora; Delilah had suited me better. After all, Delilah humbled the men around her. First I’d sent the Demon to prison; now I was going to give these men of the Sphinx some of the worst days of their lives.
Even if it was painful for me too.
I opened my laptop, entered the code, and was thrilled to see a message had popped up from my hacker friend, Nena. I’d just swept my laptop for bugs and keyboard trackers from a program I’d stolen from the IT Department, so I didn’t have to walk all the way across campus. I checked the time stamp, hoping she was still on.
Hey, are you doing okay, Dee? I saw that someone scrubbed the internet of all mentions of you… who is the white knight?
Ha, not a white knight,I typed in reply. I thought for a second, hating to sound ungrateful, then admitted,I didn’t know it was possible to scrub the internet like that.
If I had, I would’ve asked my friend to help me with that a long time ago, although given how often new stuff had to pop up about me, it would’ve been a big ask.
I would’ve if I could’ve, baby girl. It takes big bucks–bigger money than either of us has.
She understood what I meant. I chewed my lower lip, wondering ifshewas really asheat all. We’d never met, and I felt I was taking a crazy gamble feeling like she was my friend. Did internet friends ever really count? For all I knew, she could be anyone.
In fact, a crazy idea occurred to me…maybe she was really Remington.
The next second, I was typing again.I don’t have any money anymore. Mr. Not-So-White-Knight might’ve taken me off the internet, but he also stole all my money.
Do you need help burying the body?
No. I’m an expert on that.
The weirdest thing, perhaps, was that in all the years I’d ‘known’ her, she’d never pried into my past. She always wanted to know how I was doing, but she never pushed the conversation. Normally everyone wanted something from me, just like these men did; they needed to know the truth about what happened to Stellan’s sister.
There was something odd about my old friend.
Tell me how to help.
And that right there–the willingness to help me when I needed it–was the weirdest. I racked my brain, thinking about something Remington would never do, something that would hit him where it hurt.
He was so proud that he was so smart. Was it possible to alter his grades in a way that wouldn’t just be fixed quickly and easily, with a little of his hacking knowledge and/or daddy’s money?
Could you change someone’s grades? And could I have copies of both the before and after that make it look like the GOOD grades were the doctored ones?
I held my breath at the blinking cursor, wondering if I was really talking to Remington. If I was, he would find some way to turn this all around and make my life even more miserable. But then, it didn’t make sense Remy would have contacted me all those years ago…unless Stellan had somehow put him up to it.
I added yet another item to my to-do list: set up a meeting with my old friend, no matter how unwilling she was. She’d always told me she was far better on the web than IRL. She claimed she was socially awkward to the ninth degree.
As if I’d judge someone for that. I was the queen of awkward.
I can do that,she promised.Who are we going to hurt?
I grinned.
My day was looking up as I strolled into breakfast with the boys. The same boring bowl of bran flakes waited for me, along with four stone-eyed psychos.
“You’re so considerate,” I purred. “I’ve been meaning to go on a diet.”
I plopped myself down with one leg slung over the arm of the chair, grabbed my bowl, and began to slurp the cereal down. With the sour tang of the buttermilk blocking the familiar taste, I could appreciate the crunch of the bran flakes. I was a pro at making the most of a bad situation, and I managed an appreciative moan–even over cereal–which made Cain look annoyed.
I dropped the spoon in the bowl and stood, strutting over to stand above him.
His cold eyes rose to meet mine. “What’s up?”
He had an enormous hard-on. He could be as big of a dick as he wanted, but the man got hard when I made the slightest sexy noise. It’s funny that men think they rule the world when they’re so weak.
I glanced down at his hard-on derisively, then met his gaze. “Nothing interesting.”
