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I raised both brows. “Free pass?”

“Donations to the school from her generous daddy.”

I nodded knowingly. Of course. Rich parents.

Not that I was poor. I knew that Nash could only get away with certain things because we owned Vanderwood. But Olivia seemed to take it to the extreme.

That also explained Harvard.

“She also used money to get to the top in all kinds of debate and sports clubs,” Bayla sighed, also eyeing the animal skull masks that reminded me of the antlers on our estate.

I suppressed a frustrated sigh.

Great, Olivia was one of those.

“You have to know that she's a dancer.” Bayla said it as if it were something sacred. “She bragged so often about how good she was and was even accepted at Julliard.”

She was a professional dancer? At Julliard? What the hell was this Olivia doing here at the end of the world? In Blairville...

“But she decided against it because her father wanted her to study law, and in the end, he sent her to Harvard.”

Oh. Poor rich thing.

“Is there anything she is not good at?” I laughed nervously, feeling that uncomfortable tightness in my chest again. By now, I knew it was jealousy, but I wanted to push that feeling aside, just like everything else that stood in the way of me being a better daughter to the Alpha.

On the inside, I already felt like I had failed, just because I was here. But as we all knew, the end justified the means.

Larissa laughed. “No. She's a flawless overachiever. She'll want to prove that to you if you push her.”

I hadn't intended to. But maybe it was already too late for that.

Larissa wasn't finished. “And if you have a boyfriend and you make her your enemy, you can be sure she'll sleep with him.”

Bayla made a face.

I just sighed in frustration. “That sounds like she's the nightmare I've just met.”

Larissa laughed hysterically. “She's a sneaky little beast. The devil's daughter.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Her father owns a significant number of jewelry companies in Sacramento,” Bayla explained. “He set up blood donation centers, but it turned out that the blood didn't go to aid organizations as he had promised. No one knows what happened with all the donations. Anyway, he was never convicted because money.”

The more I learned about this girl and her family, the less I wanted to know. Every piece of information sounded like an award or something that could make my life more difficult.

I didn't hesitate for long and asked the question that had been burning on my tongue the whole time, hoping it wouldn't sound wrong.

“And what does she have to do with... Miles?”

“God, if I only knew.” Larissa sounded clueless. “Even in the Receptum, the two of them are everywhere and inseparable.”

The Receptum was the place where they all met. The old estate – or castle, if one could believe the drawings in Alarik's old books – of the DeLoughrey dynasty. Miles' home.

“She and he, are they...?” I didn't know how to phrase it without sounding weird, but that was exactly what made it sound weird.

Larissa started laughing again. “For God's sake. No! Even if it seems that way.”

I didn't know why I felt a sense of relief. They could have each other. Two reckless, spoiled brats from hell. The perfect match.