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How expensive could it possibly be? I had about five grand sitting in my secret cubby upstairs in my room.
Grey raised a brow at me. “You have thirty-five grand?”
“What?”
“The price of privilege,” Corvus said with a twist to his lips and then, “Don’t worry, Sparrow, we didn’t pay either. Diesel’s contribution to the school wasn’t a monetary one. He offered not to expose their century of corruption, racial and sexual preferences—”
“Don’t forget that one priest they had before the church shut down,” Grey added.
Corvus nodded. “Yeah, and that. Anyway, we had acceptance letters the next day and the school’s motto was changed by the end of the following week. There are things in this world worth a lot more than money, Sparrow. Never forget it.”
“Shit.”
“Shit, indeed.”
I had to admit, it felt oddly liberating to be free of my aunt’s promises. To break away from the future I should’ve wanted for the one I actually did want. The one where I belonged.
Homeroom went by in a half-dozed blur, and math was more of the same. I couldn’t bring myself to focus on any of the problems we were solving in class, but it didn’t matter. Thanks to past Ava Jade, I was still pretty far ahead of the class. That was going to change fast though if I couldn’t get my ass in gear and focus.
My mind kept wandering though.
And not just to the Aces.
To the faceless enemy targeting not just me, but me and my guys now.
I had a feeling he was the one to blame for outing Rook’s thing with the vice principal.
He’d admitted to watching us through the academy’s security system the day I’d burned all the hair from Brianna Moore’s pretty little head.
He had to be CrowKiller321. The fucker who’d exposed Corvus’ identity as The Bone Man. Grey hadn’t managed to reverse trace his IP. No surprise there. This guy, whoever he was, was fucking good.
And I knew he was far from finished.
Who would he target next?
What was he hoping to accomplish, playing these twisted games with us?
The itch to do something was so strong I found myself leaving AP Math with a whispered excuse of using the bathroom to Grey, needing to move. To think.
Halfway there, I pulled my phone out, bringing up the email from the stalker that day in the academy kitchens. My thumb hovered over the reply button, pulse picking up speed as my vision began to tint crimson.
I clenched my teeth, stopping near a long window in the hall of the upper floor, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
It was me he wanted.
What if I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse? Would he leave the others alone?
I didn’t know every skeleton in their closets, but I knew there were plenty to be dug up if you knew where to look. How deeply could he bury them if I didn’t do something to stop him?
There was apparently nothing to be done about the Aces until they resurfaced, but this…this I might be able to put a stop to. I just needed a few minutes with this fucker and a freshly sharpened blade.
Swallowing, I clicked reply.
To:[emailprotected]
From: Ava Jade Mason
Subject: RE: Miss me?
