“Hey, Lucy, what’s up?” I glance again at Allistair.
He’s stopped in his tracks and is watching me closely with those dark eyes that I know never miss a single detail.
There’s a pause before Oscar replies. I hope he realizes I’m not alone and decides to cut this conversation short.
“I want to see you again.” His words are laced with urgency. “Now.”
I chew my lip.
This is completely reckless, and the chances of getting caught are through the roof. Despite that, I can’t find it in myself to shut him out.
“I’m actually on campus right now. We could meet in the library to finish the applications?”
I can feel Allistair’s eyes on me, but I ignore him.
“I can be there in ten.”
“Great.” I hang up and shove the phone in my bag before I can second-guess myself.
Allistair frowns. “What was that about?”
“Lucy just called and said she’s having trouble with some internship applications.”
“So?”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “So, she’s asked if I can meet her in the library to help her. It’ll just be for an hour. Maybe even less.”
He raises a brow. “Now?”
“Yeah, seeing as I’m here.” I widen my eyes, trying my best to look innocent. “Please?”
“Fine. But I’ll be sitting right outside.”
Perfect. I can work with that.
We walk in silence over to the library, and with each step, my heart rate quickens.
If I don’t pull this off, and Kieran realizes I’ve met with Oscar in secret, he’s going to be pissed.
“You’ll be able to see me from here,” I lie smoothly as we approach a table situated outside the doors to the main study area. “I’m just going to sit at that table inside.”
Allistair nods and settles into the chair, his eyes already scanning every person who walks past.
I head inside the main study area and weave my way to a table near the back, deliberately choosing one half-hidden by a massive potted plant.
Minutes later, Oscar drops into the seat beside me, wearing a dark baseball cap to cover his auburn hair and a Columbia University t-shirt.
“Nice t-shirt,” I mutter.
“I stole it.”
“Of course, you did.”
He smirks. “I feel like I’m in a spy movie or something.”
“You are a mafia boss now.” I sneak a glance at the glass doors where Allistair is sitting. “Hiding from your enemies is basically your life.”
His smirk quickly fades. “I guess, but it doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t ask for this life.”
