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Apollo flinches, maybe because I sound so fucking bitter, but what? Am I supposed to be nice about the fact that Cass can assault me when his brothers aren’t even allowed to touch me?

“He can’t help himself,” Apollo says.

I laugh. “Are you for real?”

“He has impulse issues.”

I frown over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You take psych, don’t you?” Apollo shrugs. “We all got our issues. Cass can’t keep it in his pants. It’s like he blacks out or something.” He waves a hand, smoke trailing erratically behind his cigarette. “Zach can explain it better than me.”

“So that’s it? He has issues, so he can get away with whatever he wants?”

“Yeah, no,” Apollo murmurs. “On that count, you’re very fucking wrong.” He stands. “Anyway, you have school tomorrow. You should get back to bed.”

I stand and quickly drain the last of my hot chocolate.

“Just leave it there,” he says, waving in the general direction of the cup as he walks past me. “I’ll come fetch it tomorrow.”

My eyes skip past him. The door he took me through yesterday is hidden behind the massive bronze bell. If I had X-ray vision, I would have been able to see that incriminating photo through the bell and the wall.

I hurry to catch up to Apollo. “Did you find anything?”

“Hmm?” He flicks the butt of his cigarette over the balcony and glances down at me a second before he slides his arm over my shoulder and hugs me closer. “Oh, yeah. Fuck. I totally forgot to tell you.”

I stop walking.

He turns, frowning curiously as he faces me. “What now?” he asks through a laugh.

“What did you find?”

“You sound surprised. Did you think we wouldn’t?”

“Apollo!”

He shrugs. “We found what we were looking for, Trin.” When I scowl at him, he uses a thumb to smooth down my brows. “Sorry, but it’s not my place to tell you.”

“Then whose it is?”

Another shrug. “Speak to Reuben. Maybe he’ll tell you.”

“And if he won’t?”

Apollo bops my nose with a knuckle. “Then I guess you’ll just have to keep asking until you find whatyou’relooking for.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Trinity

Reuben isn’t in morning prayers. I wolf down my breakfast and hunt around the campus for him, but without being able to ask anyone where he is, it’s no surprise when I turn up empty-handed.

Gabriel said he was the same year as me, but I haven’t seen him in any of my classes. I could see if he’s attending one of the others this morning. So I head out early to the classroom block and stalk the halls like a petite, poop-colored version of Death.

But either he has a free period this morning or he’s playing hooky, because I don’t spot him anywhere.

Cass looks up when I walk into English class five minutes late, and sends the kind of wolfish grin I’ve come to expect from him my way.

Because I’m late, Sharon gives me a rap on my knuckles that stings well into the rest of the lesson. It’s impossible to miss how much Cass enjoys my punishment—I’d be shocked if he doesn’t have a boner.

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