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Forget about the fact that my entire life is a lie!
Right?
Who cares about that?
Then again, I always knew my life was a lie.
Fay raised me.
She’s not family to me.
She just raised me.
But if she knows…
I curl my left hand into a fist and walk in a rush, up into the dorm.
I need to clean up this cut and see if I’m good with a regular bandage or if I’m going to be asking for a golf cart ride to a doctor or nurse, or if there’s a hospital nearby for some stitches.
At least I can say truthfully I did this to myself.
It may have been Archer’s knife that cut me, but I cut myself with the knife.
And for all I know, that may have saved my life tonight.
Then again, is Archer really going to kill me?
I shiver as I walk to my dorm room door.
When I open the door, both Maz and Birdie are waiting for me.
They both look flustered.
Their faces slightly red, flushed.
I show them my hand and they both gasp.
“How?” Birdie whispers.
“Forget how,” Maz says. “This is about who. Like… who is waiting for you right now?”
Before I can even think about playing into their question game, a figure steps from the bedroom I share with Birdie.
Cullen Doyle smiles at me.
He rushes across the room when he sees my hand.
“Oh, fuck, love, what happened?” he asks.
“I cut my hand,” I say, which isn’t a lie.
“That’s really bleeding,” Birdie says.
Cullen looks at both Birdie and Maz.
“Do you two have some kind of first aid kit around here?”
Cullen’s voice is like smooth music.
