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Rostoff

Khan

Draconis

Charles

Shirdal

Dupree

Kavrit

Aung

Bruce

Hanson

Morinaka

Rakoto

Li

Brandenburg

O’ Leary

Bruce

Faust

Birkshire

Alexandré

Bouvier

LaPorte

Blitzen

Jameson

Janssen

Hell I don’t even know if this is the entire list or just the ones the Hopewells were keeping track of. All I know is this makes our board enormous and we just got two of our worries off the damn thing. Convincing Henny to let Dolly bunk with us officially and allowing the frame job on the Maclachlan girl was supposed to be the start of getting rid of our problems one by one. Instead, we’ve uncovered a whole list of possible suspects, many of whom have relatives at this fucking school.

“By the fires of Hephaestus, I don’t know how we’re going to unravel all the shit. It’s too fucking much, even with our team expanding.” I take off my glasses, sitting them on the table as I rub my eyes. We’re only a quarter into the damn school year and everything is a mess—and I hate messes.

My phone buzzes and I curse again, pulling it out to check the screen. When I see the message in the group chat and no one else responds, I push to my feet and slide my glasses back on. Obviously the others are occupied and no way am I leaving this situation to burn on its own. Striding out the back door of the library, I let the dragon loose enough to half-shift and take flight. This is the fastest way to get to that stupid academic building and I need to be there immediately.

I really liked this goddamn shirt, too.

I can hear the sounds of fighting and women screaming from the elevator when I get off. That’s never a good sign and I grit my teeth as I stomp towards it angrily. I don’t know what the fuck this history moron is thinking, but someone should have prevented this shit. It’s four o’ clock in the afternoon on a goddamned Thursday, not Friday Night Fight Night. Our girl has to go sit through that damn woman’s session after this and I don’t even want to imagine what that will look like.

Flinging open the door with a loud growl, I eye the scene in front of me. Bite size is standing with her back to the corner to keep anyone from approaching from behind. She looks angry enough to spit tacks and I don’t blame her. The so-called professor is sitting at his desk with his feet up, pretending to read the paper while the odious gaggle of dimwits Dolly used to be friends are leading a crowd of unruly preds towards her.

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