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“What? What the fuck is happening?” Nikola demanded.
“We’re dealing with someone who’s pulling the strings from the shadows while having everyone else do their dirty work.” Gabriel pinned the guard with a glare. “And if you have no useful information for us, we’d best be on our way.”
I reached down to retrieve the knife tucked at my ankle.
“No, no… Wait… I didn’t do anything. I just came in and watched them.”
“You didn’t do anything tohelpthese girls.” I drawled. “You didn’t spare them, so tell me… Why should we spare you?”
His silence was my answer.
“Who’s the masked man?” I demanded.
More silence.
“Well, fucker, do you have any final words?” Nikola growled, and the coward started to cry. Not small tears either, but crocodile ones. “Anyone told you before that you’re ugly when you cry?” Nikola taunted with a tilt of his head.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I’m so sorry.”
Gabriel smirked. “I’m sure you are sorry right now, but only because you got caught.”
“What do you know about the Yale shooter?” He shot me a blank stare. “What do you know about the Vitale family?”
“All I know is that we had to capture the girls,” he cried. “At Yale.”
“Why?” I gritted. “And what girls?”
He couldn’t have possibly been targeting Arianna and Francesca. Could he?
“There were two girls they were targeting at Yale, and killing anyone else was just a distraction.”
“The targets for what?”
“I… don’t… know,” he hiccupped. “They don’t tell me much.”
“This guy is useless,” Gabriel muttered.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I?—”
Nikola smacked him in the head. “Enough.”
“Did you learn your lesson?” I asked.
He nodded so frantically, I suspected a case of whiplash.
“Good, then I won’t give you to Nikola.”
“Thank you. Thank you. You won’t regret it.”
“Instead I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine,” I continued coolly. His eyes widened and I smiled savagely. “You didn’t really think we’d let this go unpunished, did you?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ARIANNA
“When you suggested we crash a party, I didn’t think you meantliterally,” I whispered as we trudged through the woods on the outskirts of campus. “Why are we here? We weren’t invited, so it’s obvious we won’t be welcome. The Legacies don’t let outsiders witness whatever the fuck they’re doing at their events.”
The Legacies were known for their events and for keeping it all hush-hush among themselves. Yet, here we were, walking through the forest about to barge in.
