Page 150 of Beast Becomes Her


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“Weird,” Irina says slowly. “I don’t remember leaving that open.”

A drawer slams shut.

I wince. Looks like I forgot to close it before we hid.

I twist my head, trying to look over Amund’s broad chest. But all I can see are Irina’s shoes as she walks around, clearly searching for something. My heart thumps. Hopefully not her aunt’s notebook.

Amund stiffens beside me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to even breathe.Please, please, don’t look under your bed.

If she catches us here, I have no idea what she’ll do.

Irina has already killed two people.

I don’t want to be next.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWOAMUND

Irina slams the door shut behind her.

Finally, I let out the breath I was holding.

Edith stirs beside me, eager to get out, but I make no move. Not until we can be certain Irina isn’t coming back. To be honest, lying beside Edith like this is… strange, even if we’re beneath a bed and not on top of one. I push that thought away quickly.

“Move,” Edith whispers.

I shush her, trying to listen as Irina’s footsteps recede down the hall.

“Come on, Amund.”

Sighing, I try to slide out from beneath the bed—but there’s one problem.

My chest is lodged against the mattress. I can’t move.

How embarrassing. I clear my throat. “Um, I think I might be stuck.”

Edith laughs. “You are joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not.”

“Oh, come on.” Edith nudges me with her elbow. At first she’s gentle.

Then a lot less so. I wince as she shoves me using her berserkr strength.

It works.

“Thanks.” I climb to my feet and help Edith up.

She nods. “We should hurry and bring the book to Helga. She needs to see this as soon as possible.”

“I’ll take it to her,” I say, holding out a hand. “She tasked me with figuring out the killer. Not you.”

Edith hesitates. Hands me the book. “If she knew I was investigating this, she’d probably expel me.”

I grip the book more tightly. It’s hard for me to believe that was once my goal: to get rid of Edith. Now I hate the very thought of her leaving.

“I won’t mention you were involved. Don’t worry.”