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“Please tell me that you’re not picking up Caleb’s paranoia.”
She scoffs. “Hell no. I’m just being a lady.”
Taylor looks at me through the rearview mirror. “She may not, but I have. Are you sure, Eves?”
“I’ll be fine, Taylor. I’ve got my phone and I’ll be in Stratham Hall. I won’t go anywhere else.”
His eyes follow me out the door, but he doesn't protest any further. I run up the stairs and the front doors squeak, announcing my arrival. Walking in the building, I’m reminded of when I first walked through these halls. The school’s motto ‘quaesitum est sapientia nobis’— with wisdom we conquer—mocks me, and I frown.
With wisdom, huh… sigh.Ivy, how could you not tell me?
I continue walking, ignoring the stained-glass windows, and move my thoughts to more recent events, like seeing Dr. Lewis at the Vault. Replaying that night in my head, my stomach starts to churn, and I get queasy. It also makes me question all of our sessions together, her comments about the elite… What did she really want at the deli? I’m going to have to ask her about it.
I reach her office door and knock, but the door opens on its own.
“Doctor Lewis?” I say, pushing the door farther.
The door is slowed by papers strewn on the floor and an overturned chair.What the hell?
The rest of the place is in a state of utter disarray. More furniture is turned over, there’s a large crack on the window, and blood on her desk.
“Doctor Lewis?” I say again, slipping my butterfly knife out of my pocket and flipping it open.
When I get to her desk, I see a woman’s foot sticking out from beneath it and rush to her.
Dr. Lewis is on the floor, bloody, bruised, and not moving. I kneel to check her pulse, grateful when I feel the weak heartbeat. I wipe hair out of her face and try to wake her, but no luck there. A few seconds later, police officers rush into the office.
“Drop your weapon and put your hands in the air,” one of the officers instructs, drawing his gun and pointing to my head.
I immediately drop my knife. “It wasn’t me. I just got here,” I shout.
This is not happening.
The officer takes one look at me, his eyes pausing at the bruises on my neck and arms. “Sure, kid. I’ve never heard that before,” he mocks.
“Oh my god, she killed her!” a familiar voice shrieks from the door.
“Miss, you have to stay back,” the other officer says, moving to prevent Genna fucking Dupre from walking into the room.
My eyes narrow at the sight of her as the first police officer places handcuffs on my wrists.
“I just got here,” I plead with the officer, struggling against the restraints. “Dr. Lewis called me to come meet her, but she was like this when I got here.”
A teary-eyed Genna feigns despair. “That’s not true! I saw the two of them walk in together.”
This bitch could win an Academy Award for her performance. I glare at her.
“You didn’t see shit because I just got here,” I yell.
Genna continues to cry in the other officer’s arms. “I knew we shouldn’t have let a convicted criminal come to our school.”
The officer holding me tugs on my restraints. “Convicted criminal, huh? Figures. I keep telling them that giving to charity should end at donations.”
They drag me out of the office, and I see Dr. Weaver standing in the hallway next to Professor Wessex.
“I didn’t do this,” I plead with him, fighting against my restraints.
He nods his head. “I’ll do what I can, but you have to go with them, Ms. Hawton.”
