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I actually had a healthy respect for anyone who pulled a full day's work, regardless of the job.
People everywhere had to do crappy stuff to make a living. But, much like with Target, it
became another matter altogether when someone was trying to pass herself off as something
else. And in the week that I'd been here, I'd picked up on how desperately Mia wanted to fit in
with the school elite.
"No one knows," I said thoughtfully.
"And she doesn't want them to. You know how the royals are." He paused. "Well, except for
Lissa, of course. They'd give Mia a hard time over it.”
"How do you know all this?”
"My uncle's a guardian for the Drozdovs.”
"And you've just been sitting on this secret, huh?”
"Until you broke me. So which path will you choose: good or evil?”
"I think I'll give her a grace—”
"Miss Hathaway, you know you aren't supposed to be here.”
One of the dorm matrons stood over us, disapproval all over her face.
I hadn't been joking when I said Mason thought like me. He could bullshit as well as I could.
"We have a group project to do for our humanities class. How are we supposed to do it if Rose
is in isolation?”
The matron narrowed her eyes. "You don't look like you're doing work.”
I slid over the priest's book and opened it at random. I'd placed it on the table when we sat
down. "We're, um, working on this.”
She still looked suspicious. "One hour. I'll give you one more hour down here, and I'd better
actually see you working.”
"Yes, ma'am," said Mason straight-faced. "Absolutely.”