“Shit, Jacobi. Lord Lovett’s looking guilty as fuck over here. He’s got it fucking bad for Mendoza.” At this, Wren does something that spells certain disaster: he sits the fuck up. With very green, very interested eyes, he gives me a once-over that spells disaster. Then he smiles the devil’s own smile. “Carina Mendoza?” he asks. “That Carina Mendoza?” He points directly…shit, directly at the girl in question. How have I not noticed her in this class before? She’s sitting on a floral print sofa on the opposite side of the room, next to Mara Bancroft. She’s wearing a bright green silky looking
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