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“Try to make me feel better.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do. Abigail?”

“I don’t know. I don’t tend to go there.”

“Why not? Dessert Island is the best cake shop in town.”

“I…”

Noticing her obvious discomfort, I say, “Tally is right. The cake is to die for. And who doesn’t love cake?”

“Okay, I’ll come.”

“You don’t have to hide, Abi,” I add. “Not with us.”

She gives me an uncertain smile. “Thank you. Is it wrong I’m looking forward to seeing Darcie’s face Monday morning at school?”

“Hell no.” Tally chuckles. “Desperate times call for desperate measures. The only way to win against a person like Darcie Porter is to fight fire with fire. And thanks to your snooping,” she grins at Abigail, “we have the match we need to light the fuse on her reign at All Hallows’. If that doesn’t deserve cake, I don’t know what does.”

* * *

By the time Monday rolls around, I’m a ball of nerves.

Declaring war on someone like Darcie is a dangerous thing, but you can’t negotiate with the likes of her. She demands total annihilation of her enemies. But she’s about to find out that no one messes with a Beckworth and gets away with it.

Abigail picks me up and the two of us ride to school together.

“Are you nervous?” she asks me.

“A little. There could be fallout.”

“But your brother and the Heirs will protect you, right? And your dad?”

“Yeah but she’s still—”

“The headteacher’s daughter.”

I nod.

“Well, I hope he realises what a conniving, vile bitch his daughter is after this.”

“Abigail Bancroft, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“She makes me so stabby. She’s always made my life a misery. Ever since the accident.”

All Hallows’ looms in the distance, rising out of the trees like a castle.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “If I’ve ever made you feel—”

“You didn’t. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t exactly give you a chance either.”

“Nobody is perfect, Liv.” Abigail pulls into the school car park. “Have you talked to you know who yet?”

“I have nothing to say to him.” She gives me a pointed look, and I balk. “What?”

“You have plenty to say. You care about him.”

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