The words die in his mouth. My head snaps up. I know I’ve been caught. He can see, by my hair and slight frame, that I’m a woman. I stare Cory in the eye. Arsène stands up. He is about to say something. I don’t want to stay to find out how much trouble I’m in. And I’m definitely not spending a night in jail. I grab my messenger bag and bolt out the door, pushing Cory on my way out. His back slams against the wall. “Sorry, sorry,” I mutter. “I’m so sorry.” I don’t look back. Don’t falter when I hear Arsène calling my name. I continue running, blasting through doors, through corridors, through
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