Page 181 of Dirty Princess

That wasn’t a lie.

Archer owns other businesses too.

There’s a part of me that wonders if we’re all atDSCfor the sole reason of learning how to function in the world better than the past generations. Like the old days of smuggling cigarettes and just killing who you wanted, paying off judges and whatnot… they were all over.

The entire world is different now.

Which means we have to be different.

That sounds crazy just to think it… but it doesn’t help me that I don’t know what my place is in the world. Or what I should be studying or caring about.

Because all I care about right now is the fucking envelope outside the door.

When I think about Archer just walking around outside my dorm room…

It makes me nervous as much as it excites me.

I crouch down and grab the envelope.

I know it’s from Archer because he’s written on it.

Sweet thing.

In scribbled writing.

I open the envelope and see nothing inside.

I curl my lip and tear the envelope in half.

When I throw it out, I slam my hand into the trashcan.

“Hey, are you okay?” Maz asks.

I spin around.

“Whoa,” Birdie says. “Jaci…”

“Does anyone have azaza?” I ask.

They look at each other.

“No,” Maz says.

“I took all mine,” Birdie says.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I grab my phone and rush out of the dorm.

I text Cullen.

My heart is racing a little.

I don’t want to start freaking out again.

Not over Archer and these stupid envelopes either.

Cullen doesn’t have anyzazaseither.

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