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I smirk. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Nope. It just means we need to secure that trapdoor so no one can come down.”

I spin around with my pants still in my hand, eyes wide. And it’s not because of the words that are about to leave my mouth. “What about Ridge?”

The truth is, it’s because I need to leave. Me and me alone.

“We’ll give him until midnight tonight. If he doesn’t come down by then, we have to secure it. It’s too much of a risk not to.”

The thought of Ridge trying to get in so he can be with me, but not being able to, has my heart aching.

It won’t happen, though. Because I’m getting out of here first.

I must escape,

I cannot stay.

Not because I’m weak,

But because I am brave.

CHAPTER6

LEV

Pacingthe length of the apartment I share with the guys in the summers, I replay the last twenty-four hours in my head as if doing so is going to solve all my problems.

I need to talk to Riley. She needs to understand I wasn’t in my right mind when I started framing her for those murders. I saw her as a threat to the only relationships I have and I wanted her gone. But that was before I fell madly in love with her.

I haven’t decided if I’m going to tell her it was Ridge who killed those men, because I probably shouldn't burn any more bridges with the only people who give a damn about me. But I won’t lie. That, I know for sure.

No more lies.

Dammit. I need to make a move. Be it offing my uncle, or torturing the fuck out of that scumbag therapist, Dr. Edmonds. Only then will I be able to go to her safely.

I snatch up my notepad on the small round table off the kitchen. It was left on the bed in my dorm room. It’s the same engraved notepad we get at the beginning of each school year with our assignment listed on the front page. The thing is, I already got mine.

Opening the page, I read the note again.

Find and capture, fellow Blue Blood member, Riley Cross.

You have been sentenced, and she will be punished.

If you fail, you will face the consequence of total banishment as a member of The Society.

Sincerely,

Austin Pemberley

“Over my dead body.” I growl as I chuck the notebook at the wall.

Not only did that son of a bitch work with my therapist to keep me on meds that made me feel fucking insane, but he’s also doing it to try and claim that I am insane, so he can be named my guardian. All because he wants my damn money. Money that I don’t even want. Yeah. I’m filthy fucking rich—set for life. But what good is money when you have no one to enjoy it with?

My mind is made up. I know my next move.

Austin Pemberley, aka Uncle dearest, needs to fucking die.

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