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Saint:I already put one Sigma Sin douche in the ground. I have no problem adding another to that list. Stare too long, and I might be tempted to make you watch as I turn their lips the color of your sweater.

My gaze drops to the blue cotton fabric. I skate my fingers over it and text him back.

Violet:Please stop.

Saint:I already told you; we haven’t gotten to begging yet. But don’t worry… soon.

“Everything okay?” Mila nudges my arm, and I jump.

I tuck my phone into my pocket and try to shake off the goosebumps prickling my skin.

Saint is probably already hacking my phone and deleting our messages. Haunting me like a ghost I can’t escape.

“I’m fine.”

Luckily, the professor starts talking, and Mila turns to her notes. Because I can’t focus on anything but my heart hammering.

I don’t move. I barely blink.

Because I feel him somewhere—everywhere.

Saint is watching me.

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Violet

Patience pulls her blonde hair into a tight bun as she looks at me skeptically through the mirror. “Remind me why you’re a party animal all of a sudden.”

“I’m not.” I shrug, tugging at the collar of my turtleneck.

“You went to the Valentine’s Massacre last night.” Patience spins around, holding up one finger. “Sigma House tonight.”

She holds up another.

“I already told you that I never ended up going with Liam last night. We got into a fight, so I ended up at the library studying instead.” I focus on my reflection, painting on another layer of mascara and hoping she doesn’t see through my lies.

“Fine, but when have you ever wanted to go to a Sigma Sin party?”

“I don’t.” Finally, something that’s the truth. “But I can’t get a hold of Liam, and we need to talk.”

Also, the truth.

Kind of.

Liam won’t be there, but his things will. And since I don’t know what Saint is up to or why he’s burying the fact that Liam is dead, it’s my only chance at finding some answers as to why that is.

“He deserved it.”

Saint’s words have been playing on a loop all afternoon. He made it clear he knew who I was when he got in the car, given our online messages to each other. But I’m starting to think he might have known Liam as well.

If that’s the case, I need to figure out if I really brought this on us or if Saint had other reasons for slitting my boyfriend’s throat.

“You could call him.” Patience crosses her arms over her chest, not letting it go. “Or text him. Or find him after class tomorrow.Anythingbut go to that hellhole.”

Patience hates Sigma Sin more than I do, considering what happened to her brother when he was at the university three years ago. Alex is still recovering in a world-class facility from his initiation gone wrong, and Patience will never forgive Sigma Sin for whatever they did to him.

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