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"You've got three thermal shirts and a hoodie," she informed me, flipping through a stack of
BCBG jeans. "You've gone all boring on me.”
"Hey, I don't see you buying slutty tops.”
"I'm not the one who wears them.”
"Thanks a lot.”
"You know what I mean. You're even wearing your hair up.”
It was true. I'd taken Dimitri's advice and wrapped my hair up in a high bun, earning a smile
when he'd seen me. If I'd had molnija marks, they would have shown.
Glancing around, she made sure none of the others could hear us. The feelings in the bond
shifted to something more troubled.
"You knew about Ms. Karp.”
"Yeah. I heard about it a month or so after she left.”
Lissa tossed a pair of embroidered jeans over her arm, not looking at me. "Why didn't you tell
me?”
"You didn't need to know.”
"You didn't think I could handle it?”
I kept my face perfectly blank. As I stared at her, my mind was back in time, back to two years
ago. I'd been on day two of my suspension for allegedly destroying Wade's room when a royal
party visited the school. I'd been allowed to attend that reception too but had been under heavy
guard to make sure I didn't "try anything.”
Two guardians escorted me to the commons and talked quietly with each other along the way.
"She killed the doctor attending her and nearly took out half the patients and nurses on her way
out.”
"Do they have any idea where she went?”