We dumpedall of our stolen doctor clothes, except the gloves, into one of the plastic bags in the hallway, and used the nurse’s badge to get out through the back door of the morgue. We headed up the stairs and out through the back entrance.
It was easy to escape the situation. Even though someone was rummaging through the supplies closet, no one spotted us.
We made our way back to campus without so much as a scratch on our bodies. Only time will tell whether law enforcement comes after us, but I’m pretty sure no one will ever suspect it was us.
It’s been two days since the murder, and we’ve all gone back to our classes like nothing ever happened. The cops are still swarming the grounds of Spine Ridge University College, and they track anyone entering or leaving the campus. But none ofus is foolish enough to come back covered in blood and with weapons. Oh no, we cleaned ourselves properly using bottles of water and soap in the car somewhere off a beaten path, then buried our weapons at The Shack inches beneath the ground in the same spot Sunny has left all of her other tools for the time being.
She’s well prepared, and her plan has obviously been set in stone from day one.
I’m just surprised she hasn’t once mentioned getting revenge on Atreus for tying her up in that warehouse and taking advantage of her. Maybe she liked it. Maybe she wanted him to do it, who knows? According to Xavier, she’s been stalking his house ever since they first met, and I wonder if he often gets as jealous as I do, thinking about it.
I watch him chat with his friends in the cafeteria, pretending everything is normal, but every once in a while, his eyes connect with mine in a moment of shared knowledge of the grave crimes we’ve committed and the lengths we go for this one woman.
Sunny sits with her friends, basking in her radiance as they take pictures together and sip their iced teas, while I sit back and languish in my seat by myself. I pull out the bottle of wine that I hid under my jacket and pour it out into my empty glass, where no one’s looking.
“Drinking all by yourself?” my half sister Cecilia puts her tray down on the shared table and sits down opposite me.
“Wow. Haven’t seen you in a while,” I say. “I didn’t think you still existed.”
I take another swig.
“Don’t be mean,” she replies. “You know I’ve been busy, trying to get my things in order.”
I stare at her. “Weren’t you supposed to go back to your old college right around this time?”
She laughs. “And you ask me that now? We’re already more than a month into the new year.”
“Right, sorry. I’m not really aware of time.”
She grabs my glass of wine. “Maybe drink a little less.”
I snatch it back. “Excuse you. That belongs to me. Thank you very much.” I swirl the wine around. “Besides, I need it to feel … something.” I groan to myself.
“Something bothering you?” she asks.
“The usual. Lack of stimulation.”
“What you need is a girlfriend.”
I nearly spit out my wine. “Preposterous.”
“Is it?”
“My heart can only handle one muse,” I say, rolling my eyes.
She leans onto the palm of her hand. “Ooooh … Who is it?”
Shit. I said too much.
“Death,” I reply, and she rolls her eyes.
Full-blown panic mode subverted.
“But tell me, what made you decide not to go back there? I thought Mom and Dad had shipped you off on purpose.”
She throws me a damning look while putting a bunch of grapes in her mouth. “Ha-ha, very funny. It was actually my own choice. But I didn’t really like it there, to be honest. The boys were insufferable.”
My brows rise. “And you think they’re better here?” I burst out into full-blown laughter.
