Page 92 of Speak

“I know you didn’t. Chase had cocaine, fentanyl and a highly illegal limit of alcohol in his system. It’s incredible how he was even able to walk from the frat house to the pond.”

I arch an eyebrow.

“I have a friend that works at the station.” He offers. “Raven… think about this. If he really believes you did this, he could be seeking retribution.”

I shake my head again.

“You could be in danger.”

I throw my head back and laugh silently. I laugh until my side hurts and tears come out. He looks at me like I’m unhinged. But heseems to understand what I’m saying. They already tried to kill me once… and they failed.

“You’re really not going to press charges?”

There’s a commotion outside of the office and then-

“Where is she?” Damon barges through the door, it slams shut behind him, giving us privacy. He kneels beside me and checks me once over and then my tender scalp.

“Christ, Little bird, I let you out of my sight for one morning and a wolf attacks.”

I shoo him off me.

He stands up and glares at Maverick. “What happened?”

Maverick recounts everything from watching Jonas arrive at the Koffee Kart, to the confrontation to the altercation and how I won’t press charges.

“Give us privacy.”

“No.”

“She won’t talk if you’re here. She doesn’t trust you. I’m her doctor. Get the fuck out, Harrington this isn’t up for discussion.”

“She talks to you?”

“I know all of her mannerisms. I’ve been with her throughout this entire time.”

“Mannerisms aren’t the same.”

“Fuck off youbeast, you know just as well as I do body language speaks louder than actual words. You’re just too high up on your horse to actually look at her and learn her. Now get the fuck out.”

Maverick leaves with a huff.

I make a slight nod at the camera in the corner of the room.

Damon moves, blocking me from it, casually leaning against Whitmore’s desk. I keep my hands low and out of sight.

I don’t want to press charges because I don’t want to leave a paper trail or be questioned. If he gets suspended that’s fine. I don’t want to ruin his life more than I already have. Pressing charges and getting him expelled? That will give him more time to follow me.

“You think he’s following you?”

Someone is!

“Raven-“

I cross my arms over my chest. He knows not to call me that. He moves his hands forward, hiding them. His ASL is a little rocky but I get the gist of what he’s trying to tell me.

That the shadow is a manifestation of my mind.

My jaw drops.

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