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Unknown number: He has a new one. The black Aventador.

I stare out over the cars before responding to the message.

Me: I don’t know what that is.

Unknown number: Guess we shouldn’t be surprised you’re so fucking clueless. It’s obvious you don’t belong here.

The insult stings. A second later, a photo appears on my screen. Studying it, I match it against the cars in the parking lot and find the Aventador. I run my fingertips over the paint when I reach it, admiring the sleek lines.

It’s got to be worth a fortune.

Another message hit my phone.

Unknown number: DO IT NOW. CHOOSE.

I push my hair out of my face, and scan the area for other students, but no one is around.

How can they be watching me?

This isn’t who I am. I’m not a bully, and guilt at what I’m about to do is already eating me up inside. I feel for the items in my bag. My fingers close around the screwdriver, but I release it immediately and take out the box of eggs. I flip open the box.

Do it. Don’t think. Just do it.

The first egg splats against the windshield. I take another and toss it against the driver’s side door. Four more follow at different angles around the car. There’s no satisfaction in my actions, just a sick dread instead of a thrill.

At least Eli can get it off.

My phone chimes.

Unknown number: You disappoint us with your choice, but we’re not surprised by how much of a coward you are. Carve your initials into the paint of the hood.

I shake my head.

Me: No.

A new video flashes up on my screen. This time it’s of me inside the tomb. I’m naked on top of the coffin. Sin’s dark head is between my legs, and his friend’s hands are groping my breasts.

Unknown number: Travers wasn’t the only one with access to that cloud. Do as we say, and we won’t share it. Take a photograph as proof once you’re done. Make your initials nice and clear, big enough for everyone to see.

My stomach churns.

They have all the videos and photos. All the ones I sent to Sin. Everything he took of me.

Is he behind all this? Is he the one doing this to me? But what if it’s not?

Indecision holds me back from asking.

How secure was the link Sin sent me all those months ago? Why did I ever believe it was safe?

I reach into my bag, and my shaking fingers close around the solid handle of the screwdriver.

Chapter 51

Eli

Kellan is waiting for me when I exit the counselor’s office. His expression is grim, and he pushes away from the wall the second I appear.

“Do not lose your shit.”

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