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Thought about that text.

It wasn’t sent to the wrong person.

It was meant forme.Death to Fawnsmeant death tome.

Each time I shut my eyes, I feltsomething.

Heardsomething.

Or maybe what I was hearing was the result of too many wine coolers.

Two wasn’t that much, was it?

My tolerance couldn’t be that pathetic.

Daphne had downed at least six, and she had been peppy as hell this morning.

Last night, I could’ve sworn I felt a touch in the middle of the night. I swatted at the air like I was batting away a mosquito before pulling back my new curtain—a gift from Daphne to replace the one Enzo had ruined.

I kept telling myself it was my imagination when a voice slithered through my mind and said,“Take down the Sons.” The nausea wrenched tighter when I heard,“Death to Fawns.”

It was like I had a chorus of demons chanting in my ears.

What had happened this morning did nothing to soothe my anxiousness.

When Daphne and I had walked to our classes, I’d heard the faint murmurs of classmates whispering about me.

They’d sneered, covering their mouths while talking shit.

Some of them had spoken a little too loud.

“I saw her with Enzo.”

“She was wearing his pajamas, coming from hiswing.”

“Let’s hope she doesn’t push herself through a window.”

“Don’t let them bother you,” Daphne had told me while flipping them off.

I wished herI don’t give a fuckattitude was contagious and rubbed off on me.

Though, with every passing day here, I found myself speaking my mind more.

I felt a sense of peace and acceptance here.

Well, from some people. Not the whispering assholes.

From Daphne and the girls. Even from, dare I say, Enzo.

More than anywhere I’d lived, I felt the most comfortable here.

“Blair.”

My gaze snapped to the professor at the front of the lecture hall. She was reading a note in her hand while a red-haired woman in black scrubs stood beside her.

“Will you come with me, Blair?” the woman in scrubs asked.

I crammed my notebook and laptop into my bag and bounced down each step of the room’s rows, painfully aware of the stares coming from everyone.