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Lissa stared at him, her eyes wide and wounded. She had no clue I'd gone off on him last night.
She had no clue that he believed she hated him.
"Get over feeling sorry for yourself, and tell us what's going on," I snapped at him. "Did you or
didn't you tell them?”
He fixed me with a defiant look. "No. I didn't.”
"I don't believe you.”
"I do," said Lissa.
"I know it's impossible to believe a freak like me could keep his mouth shut—especially since
neither of you can—but I have better things to do than spread stupid rumors. You want
someone to blame? Blame your golden boy over there.”
I followed his gaze to where Jesse was laughing about something with that idiot Ralf.
"Jesse doesn't know," said Lissa defiantly.
Christian's eyes were glued to me. "He does, though. Doesn't he, Rose? He knows.”
My stomach sank out of me. Yes. Jesse did know. He'd figured it out that night in the lounge. "I
didn't think…I didn't think he'd tell. He was too afraid of Dimitri.”
"You told him?" exclaimed Lissa.
"No, he guessed." I was starting to feel sick.
"He apparently did more than guess," muttered Christian.
I turned on him. "What's that supposed to mean?”
"Oh. You don't know.”
"I swear to God, Christian, I'm going to break your neck after class.”
"Man, you really are unstable." He said it almost happily, but his next words were more serious.
He still wore that sneer, still glowed with anger, but when he spoke, I could hear the faintest