CHAPTER ELEVEN
HARPER
For the first time in years, Dustin and I sit in close proximity and are civil to each other.
Dustin shoves his book and notebook into his backpack. He leans into my ear. “I have to go hunt down a killer. Tonight, I’m cooking dinner for you. Don’t leave this building alone. Thatcher will escort you to your next class.”
Dustin presses his lips to my cheek. I melt into the kiss and inhale his pine and vanilla scent before he leaves. I realize just how much I miss my ex-boyfriend.
I send Chavelle a text.
Me: Meet me in the rest room in the Econ building in fifteen minutes.
Chavelle: See you soon.
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I slide the burgundy lipstick across my lips.
“Hey Harper,” Chavelle says bouncing into the restroom.
I grin through the mirror. “How are you?”
“I’m all right.” She hops on the long white counter facing away from the mirror. “Heard you’re cozying up with the alleged murderers.”
Good thing I checked to make sure no one’s in here.
“They were aware of the murders, I whisper. They insisted I stay with them to keep me safe since the murderer is killing omegas. I said to one of them they could be the killers. And no, I didn’t give my source.”
“Good,” She sighs.
“Do you think they’re innocent?” Chavelle peeks at me.
“I’ve known them all my life. I don’t think they had anything to do with it. Do you have any leads you and I can follow up on?”
“Yes, meet me outside the medical building at eleven tonight.”
“She won’t be there.”
Our eyes turn to the deep voice. He holds the door ajar his head barely poking inside. A navy beanie rest on top of his blond hair. Blond strands cover his forehead.
“I don’t have to stay with you guys. I can go home then return and meet up with her later.”
Thatcher stalks into the restroom. “Which part of omegas are being murdered don’t you understand?”
He’s wearing a navy pea coat over a green blazer. The navy t-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers is his idea of dressing casual.
“I can handle myself. Just like I told Sawyer.” I point at my backpack. “I’m packing.”
“Me too,” Chavelle says pointing at her purse.
“Stubborn,” he mutters.
“I’m coming with you two,” he says.
I stare into his blue eyes and smile. “Thank you. Now get out of the ladies room.”
He turns on his heels. “Time to go, Harper,” he barks.
