Page 176 of The Blairville Legacies

“I’m not here to talk to you about the pack.”

“How relieving.”

He’d probably change his mind about that in a minute.

“The murder.”

Julian immediately raised both hands.

“Oh no, Ems,” he began in frustration. “I’m not going to spill any details now.” Frustration spread through me. “Simply because I don’t know any.” Why didn’t I want to believe him? “Talk to my father if you’re so sensationalistic.” I raised my eyebrows. “It’s enough that the entire campus seems to be talking about it.”

In fact, snippets of conversation had been reaching my ears since this morning, with people spreading rumors of acold-blooded Blairville Killerorpredator attacks.

Normally, I would have laughed at the rumor mill on this campus, but this time it was no joke. If only these people knew that the danger that was probably behind this was walking around this campus in ridiculous black suits.

“Damn it...” I pressed out. “Julian, can’t you see it? That was definitely the DeLoughreys.”

I was the first to say it. Neither Father nor anyone else in the pack had saidanythingyet, even though everyone else on campus was talking about the incident. Father had already called a meeting with hisDeltaandBetamen.

“And even if it was the DeLoughreys, it’s none of my business.”

“You’re stubborn!” I snapped.

How could he be so ignorant?

I scrutinized his features, then his jawline.

Damn, he had changed so much. The soft Julian from back then had become a young, athletic man.

I looked up at Julian, slightly caught off guard, but he didn’t seem to have noticed my staring.

“Hello, Julian,” an all too familiar voice chirped. “Surely, you’re ready for an interview?”

Without hesitation, I wheeled around to Jenny Bexley, suppressing the urge to snatch the pill out of her hand and throw it across campus.

“No, he’snot.”

Jenny wanted to protest, but I pulled Julian after me, away from the parking lot and toward one of the unoccupied oak trees.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Always happy to help.”

I couldn’tsmellJenny.Literally. That girl reeked of drugstore and jumped at Julian and Nash every time she thought the two of them could provide good interview material.

“What else, Ems?”

The memory of last night brought it all back. First and foremost,the pain.

It had been a full moon, which meant that unless you were Julian Bardot and swallowed some kind of herbs, you were forced to leave your human form as a Senseque. The irony was that Julian had gotten these herbs from my uncle.

“I had this dream...” I began.

Julian raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, I scrutinized him again.

“A dream?”

“Yes, I was in a temple. Itmusthave been a temple because there were a lot of hooded people gathered in a circle around me.”

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