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The blond man arches a brow. “What would I have done to it in the ten minutes between when we received the news and our arrival here? Besides, I don’t have access to the camera feeds.”
“But Carmichael does! He just claimed he does.”
Ezra gives him a benign smile. “I have my own security cameras in our hall, Verver. I thought you knew that.”
Gabe’s jaw ticks and his eyes hold the promise of retribution for this. “I didn’t set up, Sweeney. She did this.” He insists. “She’s angry at me for what happened in the woods.”
Cohen shifts. “What happened in the woods, Mr. Verver?”
Gabe looks away from him, jaw set stubbornly. He won’t say more, or he’ll have to admit to trying to force me to have sex with him. Though the dean should already know that, since I reported it to Cohen. I shake my head at him and push to my feet. “If there’s nothing else you need from me, I have a class I need to get to.”
“You aren’t going to class, Sweeney,” Fielder growls out.
I arch a brow at him, but don’t argue with him. There are three weeks of classes left and I need every moment I have to ace my exams. Missing a class this close to the end is not possible.
The dean nods his head slowly, worried gaze flicking between all of my guys before he says, “of course, Miss Sweeney. Have a pleasant day.”
I snort at that. Have a pleasant day. After this?
Ezra and Gideon flank me as I head toward the door. “This isn’t over, babe,” Gabe calls after me. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
There’s the thud of a fist on flesh and Gabe’s grunt and then Fielder and Hardin follow us out, too. I expect to see Hardin flexing his hand, but it’s Fielder who has blood on his knuckles.
He comes right up to me and cups my face. “You’re okay?”
My hands curl around his wrists. “I’m okay.”
He curls his arm around my waist and starts ushering me through Putnam, down the stairs and out into the quad.
“We need to do something about Verver,” Gideon growls, stalking next to us.
“He’s going too far with this,” Fielder agrees.
I dig in my heels and glare up at him. “He’sgoing too far with this? Have you forgotten what you did to get me out of here?”
Fielder glares back at me. “I thought we were working through that.”
The fight goes out of me, and I sag. “I’m sorry, I’m just… stressed. Beyond belief.”
His hands stroke down my arms while Hardin presses into my back. “It’s okay, we’re all on edge.”
I take a deep breath and tip my head back so it rests on Hardin’s shoulder. Changing the subject seems the best option. “So that was Julie, right?”
Fielder’s thumb touches the corner of my mouth, and then he drops his hands. “Probably. There isn’t a way for us to know who it was, unfortunately, but it seems likely.”
“She’s the best illusionist at Seven Stars except for you,” Ezra says as I move forward again, this time leading them, rather than letting them guide me. Maybe they won’t notice I’m heading toward my class until it’s too late.
“It could be someone from another coven,” Gideon comments like that’s normal.
“We’d know if another coven was here.” I glance over at Fielder at his comment.
“How would you know? You didn’t know I was a witch for three months.”
He doesn’t like that. He never likes when I punch holes in his impeccable logic. Hardin chuckles and laces his fingers through mine, swinging our arms between us dramatically. “Our girl is so fucking smart,” he boasts.
“So,” I say, still heading carefully toward Hubbard. “It could have been Julie, but it also could have been a witch from a different coven.”
“It has to have been Julie,” Ezra says. “Morgan probably tired of her hexes slipping off you, so they thought they’d get rid of you in a different way.”
