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“Stay the fuck out of this!” Damien yells.

We’re drawing a crowd and I’m wondering if I’ll ever be able to attend this academy like a normal student. Or is this my new normal? “Damien, stop.”

He whips his head towards me, hair flopping in front, eyes a stone-cold gaze. “Do you want to find out who killed your parents or not?”

Wait. “What?”

“We’re going to the lakehouse.” Taking my arm, he’s pulling me towards his Lambo and I’d pull away again if it didn’t feel so damn good. “If my dad has something about my aunt and your parents, it’s there.”

The minute he says “my parents” I’m forgetting about classes and schoolwork. Even the scholarship slips my mind. “Okay.”

My lack of fight seems to startle him too, Damien loosening his grip as he stops, a glance at me.

“Okay?” Christian asks from behind us. “Really?”

I understand where he’s coming from. Not only does getting good grades mean the world to me and my future right now, but so does finding out about my parents. I need to know if Sebastien King had something to do with it. Did Cindy?

And, most importantly, why?

“Jo?” That voice I can recognize in a mob. My sister.

When I turn around I confirm it’s Willow. I also confirm we have an audience.

“Hey,” I force a smile in her direction. Bella and Jordan are on either side and I can’t tell her what’s going on. Not with those two there. Not with people watching. Especially not with Jordan Huang. “I’ll be back. Go to Christian if you need anything, okay?”

“What’s going on?” She looks worried and I hate that.

So I crack a bigger smile. “Nothing! I’m fine. Boy drama.”

Willow wrinkles her nose and I know she knows there’s more to it but I’m happy she doesn’t pry.

“Get in the car, Jo,” Damien growls from the driver’s seat, Lambo already running.

Kissing Willow on the head I take one last breath. It would be stupid of me to not see this through. Damien’s right. The lakehouse could have our answers. With one glance at Willow, I decide I’m doing this for us.

Here we go.

When I climb in the car, Damien presses on the gas before I can even close the door, his Lambo screeching as we drive out the lot.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask once we’re off school property.

Damien takes his shades from the compartment on the roof all chill like he didn’t have a bratty fit in the parking lot. “What was what?” he replies.

I knew it was coming, a deflection with a question, but it’s still infuriating. Mostly. Damien’s reaction tells me that he’s not as done with me as I thought. And now that I’m sitting here in his car, I’m wondering if I’m in the same boat.

“You know what,” is my only response.

“You mean showing up to school riding shotgun with Perez?”

“He stayed with me last night after you disappeared. Again!”

“I called you seven times.”

“We were having din—”

“What did you do?”

My brows furrow, his eyes still on the road as he hits me with his questions. “Nothing. We —”

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