Page 35 of The Wrong Play

Panic shot through me like a struck match. Had I even locked the door last night? Had anyone seen me like this? I grabbed my sheets and clutched them to my chest like they could erase the memory of what I’d done.

This wasn’t me.

I wasn’t the kind of girl who had a one-night stand in a bathroom. I wasn’t the kind of girl who let a stranger unravel her so easily, who let herself get lost in someone else.

I wasn’t. I knew better than that.

Callumhad taught me better than that.

So why was I still thinking about Jace?

I dragged a shaking hand through my hair, forcing myself to get it together.

And that’s when I saw her.

My roommate, Emma, was sitting at her desk.

Staring.

I froze.

She wasn’t doing anything—not studying, not scrolling through her phone, not even pretending to look busy.

Just…watching.

My stomach turned.

“Uh, morning,” I said hoarsely.

She didn’t respond. Didn’t even blink.

She just tilted her head slightly, her gaze locked onto me like I was a lab experiment she was studying.

Okay. Nope. Nope. Nope.

I kept a sheet wrapped around me while I scrambled to grab my discarded sweatshirt from the floor, yanking it over my head.

“You okay?” I asked hesitantly, my heart pounding.

Nothing.

Fucking fantastic.

I grabbed my leggings, hopping on one foot as I pulled them up. Emma still didn’t move. She just kept watching me, silently, like some kind of horror movie ghost girl.

I yanked open my drawer for socks and caught her slight flinch at the sudden movement.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Slamming the drawer shut, I forced a fake smile as I slid on my shoes and then grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Well. This has been fun. Super normal. Can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.”

Still, nothing.

I backed toward the door, keeping my eyes on her, half expecting her to start crawling toward me like a demon fromThe Ring.

The second my hand hit the doorknob, I yanked it open and slipped out, gulping in the fresh air.

Holy shit.

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