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Abelaum University was a relic hidden among the trees; an architectural beauty built when the mining town was first booming. Its gothic towers reached as tall as the pines, its stone pathways were carpeted in moss and its gray walls cloaked with ivy. When classes were in session, the windows lining its halls would glow in the night like beacons.
“I think you should run now, Everly,” he said. “Run for your fucking life.”
Then my eyes narrowed, and she jerked away. But on her upper arm were five stark bruises, pale purple imprints dug into her bicep. Like a hand, as if someone had grabbed her so hard it hurt. The edges of my vision went blurry. “Who hurt you?”
“Who fucking hurt you? Give me their name.”
On his hands and knees. “Don’t you want to see… experience…the things you can make me do?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough, but reverent. His finger pressed a little harder, a little faster. “Perfect for me to ruin.”
“Let me see how pretty you are when you come,” he said. “Go on. Come for me.”
