Page 274 of A University of Betrayal

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“You can’t tell me that if you find parts of a diary that you don’t want to know where the rest of it is. Especially not if the owner disappeared and people close to you were connected to her.”

Bayla Adams, the girl with the two different eye colors, the shoulder-length brown hair, and the nonexistent smell was debating wildly.

It had started yesterday when we had been on our way back from Professor Copeland’s office and had analyzed his behavior. Bayla hadn’t said anything at first, but then it had all burst out of her... and she wasn’t afraid to talk to me, even though she knew what I was. It felt unfamiliar, but because of Larissa, I had to get used to it.

“He won’t understand you,” Larissa said, exhausted, because she had wanted to argue with me the whole time yesterday. I’d taken her to her house and had involuntarily gone back with the Senseque guy. We hadn’t said a word to each other.

I was supposed to hate him because he was a Senseque. But he didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in my presence, except for the tension he radiated because he probably didn’t trust me anyway.

But then there had been that conversation between him and Emely. They had seemed so familiar... and yet so divided.

I had been curious, eavesdropping eagerly to find out more about them. The tension inside me was enormous and by now,anyinformation about them was worth its weight in gold. Because I would need information to know where her sore spots were.

In any case – unlike Julian – I hadn’t entered the accommodation full of Senseque, but had returned to the library and started a law study marathon before coming to pick up Larissa half an hour ago.

“Miles doesn’t like adventures,” Larissa continued jokingly beside me and I raised one of my eyebrows.

“Thanks, but I can speak for myself,” I began. “To be honest, it sounds like fun and I admit that you’ve piqued my interest.” Then my gaze became more serious and I looked at the two of them. “You just shouldn’t let the wrong people catch you guys together.”

I hadn’t expectedherto be there yesterday. She was the last person I would have expected to be anywhereneara Quatura. The Senseque had countless problems with them, which was especially noticeable with her brother and Vivienna.

And yet Emely had been there and everything about it had… felt strange. At first, she had wanted to blow our cover, but after this Bardot guy had spoken to her, her behavior had completely changed.

Who was he that she was doing him this favor?

“You’re walking to campus with us right now,” Bayla snorted and Larissa grinned widely.

The two of them were a good match, sometimes complementing each other, as Bayla seemed more relaxed when Larissa had too much electricity flowing through her wires.

“From where I’m going to disappear straight to my brothers,” I corrected her.

“Are they really your brothers? And if so, are theyyourbrothers too?” Bayla asked with serious interest in her voice, eying both of us. She was interested in our species. Another thing that confused me.

“No, that’s just what we’re called. We are ablood brotherhood,”I explained to her. There was no reason to make her feel stupid or not answer the questions she asked. As long as she did no harm tome,I would do no harm toherand simply label her as my sister’s weird friend.

“Interesting...” Bayla said, lost in thought.

We walked through the portico and finally entered the campus.

“I’ll keep an eye on your little project. Don’t get our clan into trouble.”

Larissa gave me a slightly annoyed look, but at least she didn’t argue with me.

“Well, if this continues, soon half the campus will know about our mission,” Bayla sighed.

“I think half the campus is busy with something else right now,” Larissa laughed and pointed across the meadows to the place where a lot of students had gathered. It was the parking lot.

“What’s going on there? Are some shirtless Senseque playing made-up games again?”

Bayla’s comment made me grin unintentionally, but my curiosity about what was going on there gradually grew.

“Hardly in the parking lot,” Larissa said. “Come with me, Bay. I have to see this.”

I followed the two girls across the meadow, not too close, because there could be other Quatura around here who saw me as a threat, and then Bastien would get into trouble, for which I would have to justify myself again. I had little desire to do that.

“There’s always something going on on this campus, isn’t it?” I heard a girl with blonde curls ask Bayla, who joined the two of them to head toward the crowd of students.

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