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I couldn’t help but smile triumphantly, even though I regretted it, because he looked up and studied me before pinching his lips together as if he was annoyed.

Nevertheless, I left the classroom proud of my achievement. And when the strange thoughts about the runes tried to catchup with me, I quickly reached for my cell phone to read Erik’s messages.

The smile disappeared from my lips.

What if Erik was one of those who knew about the dark side of the city? What if he was one of them? What if he was a Senseque or a Ruisangor?

I shook my head.

What a stupid thought.

Probably his message was simply referring to the campus drama, the murder and the ongoing election preparations.

And as if the devil had been spoken, someone pressed a flyer with Vivienna’s face on it into my hand.

I sighed grimly and put it in the nearest garbage can.

If anyone wasn’t getting my vote, it was her.

Chapter 46

Larissa

“Iswearto you, my mother thinks the Copelands had something to do with the murder,” Barbie nagged next to Vivienna.

I rolled my eyes. This girl was the epitome of hysterical and spreading fucking fear around campus. To make matters worse, her friends were no better.

“Her whole face was scratched up... Doesn’t that speak for itself?” Amber squeezed out with a dry laugh.

Bayla next to me looked at the two of them, as if she wanted to believe their brilliant words.

I looked at her dumbfounded, and she looked back in shame at my laptop, where we were looking at the pictures of yesterday’s fight.

“Girl, he’s hot,” I exclaimed when we got to a picture of Nash running, his dark blond hair a little tousled from the wind.

I’d managed to get some damn good footage of the fight between Nash and Julian yesterday. And it looked like Vanderwood was the perfect place forhot footage.

“He’s anidiot,” Grace just said, shaking her head and continuing to lean over the stone slab of our seat on campus.

She was in the middle of writing a campaign speech, and so far, only she and Vivienna had registered for the March elections.

“Ahotidiot,” I said to Grace, shrugging my shoulders. “We should vote for him if he’s running, Bayla. Don’t you think so?”

I knew Vivienna and Grace were looking at me like I had lost my marbles, but I didn’t care.

“Or, how aboutthis? We vote for Emely!”

I was sure she would let her friends put her up for election. At least, that’s what the rumors were saying.

Vivienna’s jaw dropped.

“You’re joking...” Kelly remarked next to her as she reapplied her pink lipstick.

“Julian, Nash and Emely... They’re thelastpeople I’d doanythingwith, if I were you,” Vivienna continued, looking up from her phone. First, she looked at me, then at Bayla, as if she wanted to tell her something else.

“I agree with her for once. These are not the people you should be spending your time with, Bayla.”

Grace looked at my best friend with a meaningful look, almost as if Nash and Julian were from some drug cartel, ready to make her pay for her complicity.

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