The idea that she’d spied on us, that she’d gone so far as to take pictures for a fucking scandal, had my stomach twisted up in knots. I’d always joked that Covington was home to the worst souls, but here, they were a different breed. A scheming, manipulative genre of human beings. “Why?” “Seriously? You rat me out, and you’re asking why?” “She was withholding information on everything. My father. My mother!” “Oh, boo-fucking-hoo.” The way she mocked me sent an itch to my palm–the longing to haul off and smack her tempting my restraint. “You tried to get me kicked out. Lucky for me, Lady
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