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He lifts me so that the tips of my toes brush against the pavement, and all I can do is glare at him.

“You are an accident waiting to happen, Malyshka.” He bares his teeth like sharp fangs.

Malyshka.That’s Russian for baby girl, so I guess I was right with my prior assumptions.

I struggle to free myself from his death-like grip and shout at him to let me go, but I can’t do either.

Three guys come up behind him, all with the same gorgeous, entitled look, and I realize this must be the crew. Every school has them. I’ve just never been the target before the shit with my father hit the fan.

This has to be about that. Not about bumping into this guy. There’s too much hate in his eyes. It’s so heated it’s stifling, suffocating.

“Consider this your only warning from me. You have one day to get the fuck out of this school, or the next time you see me, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

With one hard thrust, he releases me, but my legs are so weak that I fall to my knees again, this time scraping the skin.

It dawns on me that we have an audience. Everyone around us was standing there watching, and they did nothing to help me.

The expressions on their faces are mixed. Some look on with pity, others like I deserved what I just got.

My attacker backs away with his crew, leaving me there in my demise at the foot of the steps.

I’m left there staring at his wide, muscular back, wondering who the hell he is.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he glances back at me, and if looks could kill, he would incinerate me with that glare.

So, who is he? And what did my father do to him—or his family. It wouldn’t have been him personally but his family.

Whatever Dad did to them must have been bad because no one has thought to attack me like that before.

I knew this day was going to be a disaster before it even began.

I hate when I’m right.

TWO

Billie

“Hi, I’m Isabelle,”says the dark-haired girl standing by Principal Kolyav’s office.

She’s slightly taller than me with a willowy frame.

Stepping away from the wall, she smiles at me as I approach and puts out one dainty hand with perfectly manicured fingers to shake mine.

Warily, I shake her hand briefly. After my encounter with the demon from hell just now and the weird looks I received from pretty much everyone else, I don’t know what to expect from her.

I assumed I was going into the principal’s office, but that might not be the case.

“Hi, I’m Billie.”

“Good to meet you.”

Well, if she thinks it’s good to meet me, then she might not be as viperous as everyone else. She’s also not looking at me like I’m the scum of the earth, so that has to count for something.

“You, too.” Looking her over, I decide she appears harmless enough.

Isabelle has a goth-like Lolita doll style that suits her delicate features.

“I’m supposed to show you around.” She lifts a shoulder. “I also have these for you.” She hands me a file and a set of locker keys.

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