Page 193 of A University of Betrayal

He looked at him as if Julian was a file that could be read. Then he turned back to me, and I swallowed hard.

This man didn’t scare me, I just felt the need to absolutely not want to piss him off. His threat still burned like a brand in my brain.

“There’s something wrong with you. The daughter of Diana Adams, of all people.”

“So, you know my mother?” I snapped at him a little too harshly.

It bothered me that I couldn’t read his expression, because it was like a wall of steel.

“I’ll keep an eye on you. If anything suspicious happens involving you, I’ll take you to the estate, and we’ll train you there.”

Of course,he skirted my question.

“She’s not going anywhere she doesn’t want to go,” Julian said harshly, stepping closer to Bastien than I would have recommended.

How could he be so naive as to mess with a Ruisangor?

Bastien looked at Julian as if he were a ghost before lowering his voice and seeking my gaze.

“You’re one of us.”

His red eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

And then Bastien rushed past me like an illusion, through the corridors, until I could no longer hear him.

“What the hell was that?” Julian hissed tensely and I turned to him.

“Don’t ask me. The guy doesn’t scare me, but I wouldn’t invite him for tea either.”

The idea of Bastien sitting at a small table with a pink tablecloth and a small cup in his hand was more than absurd.

“I meant you.”

I looked up at Julian.

He meant my eyes.

“Are they still... red?”

“No,” he said quickly, and something inside me relaxed.

Then a soft howl of wind swept through the dark corridors again, and my goosebumps were back. It was as if I could feel a gaze on the back of my neck.

It was time to get out of here.

When Julian and I entered the house, three girls with green face masks stared at us as if they had seen a ghost.

“What’shedoing here?” Kelly Hepburn shrieked.

She was a real-life Barbie and the reason why my white T-shirts had turned a light shade of pink. She genuinely thought her colorful clothes matched my whites perfectly in the washing machine.

“If the Circle finds out...” Amber hissed angrily and pulled her black bathrobe tighter, making her wasp waist peek out.

Vivienna eyed me suspiciously.

I didn’t want to know what she was thinking. After all, she had seen my yellow eyes.

“I’m already gone,” Julian replied and was about to turn around when I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him through the living area.

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