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“I’m tired,” I answered, wondering where the hell Sirena was. I hadn’t seen her today. I hadn’t seen the guys either, and that was unusual. I mentioned as much.

“I saw them this morning,” Sin said, picking at his French fries.

That offered me some semblance of relief. I shifted awkwardly, wishing there was a better way to carry carrots on me instead of my back pocket since sitting on them made my back hurt.

“Good.” I turned back to my food and frowned. “I don’t even think these fries are made out of potatoes. We kept one in a fish tank for two months, and it never spoiled.”

“How do you know it didn’t spoil?” Sin held a fry and looked to me. “Didn’t it get furry or some shit?”

I shrugged. “No. We ate it. Still tasted the same.”

“Fucking gross,” He shook his head. “And why was it in a fish tank?”

“Asylum. He named it Kevin.”

“You had a French fry named Kevin?”

“Asylumhad a French fry named Kevin. I had a science project.”

“Fucking weirdos,” he said, going back to his plastic sticks. Er, French fries.

He wasn’t wrong.

“This sucks. Want to go do some listening?” I dropped my gross fry onto my tray.

“Listening? I don’t know if you got the memo, but I’m not psychic or whatever you are.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I meant to see if we could hear anything about what happened to Sirena that night. Someone is bound to talk.”

Sin stiffened. He said nothing for a moment before he dropped his fry onto his tray and got to his feet. “Let’s go.”

I was quick to join him. We left the cafeteria and walked the hall in silence for several long moments. We passed a few of the wards who paid us no mind.

“What are you thinking?” he finally asked me.

“That we should talk to Danny Linley. He had a thing for her. It’s why he got his ass kicked.”

“You mean carved?” Sin raised his brows at me.

“Same thing.”

“Definitely not. Ask Andrews about that.”

“You mean Vanilla?” I chuckled at that name.

“He might be one of those quiet freaks.” He shrugged. “You know how that goes. I think of him as more of a shadow. Always around. Slinking. I’m sure he knows all sorts of Chapel Crest secrets."

“Shadow,” I mused. “He could be a spicy little pepper. I know he wants Sirena.”

Sin let out a snort. “He had her. Clearly, that shit didn’t pan out.”

“He didn’t have her like the watchers had her. Like I had her.”

“You didn’t have her. Asylum did.”

“She was mine before anyone else’s,” I said fiercely. “Everyone who gets to hold her should be grateful I’m willing to share. Not many would be so willing to share their corpse bride.”

“Corpse bride? That’s morbid.” Sin glanced at me. “You do realize she’s alive, right?”

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