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“Don’t know for sure yet,” Brix clipped.
“Tell us what you think, then. We thought it might mean that her mother was running from an abusive relationship. Lots of fathers call their daughters princess.”
“Maybe,” Brix said low. “I need to go. I’ll be in touch.”
And with that, he was gone.
Knox glared at Cillian. “You still think using them is a good idea?”
Cillian gritted his teeth. “They’re the best at finding information, even if their methods are unorthodox.”
But something told me that Brix already knew something. He just wasn’t ready to share that information.
55
HAYDEN
I slid my books into my backpack as Cáel and Easton hovered nearby. It felt like this day had actually lasted a month. And to top it all off, I was worried about Wren. She had missed English. And as far as I knew, she’d never missed class a day in her life.
I wanted to text her, but I realized I didn’t have her phone number. Some friend I was. I’d been so caught up in the craziness of the last couple of months that I hadn’t even bothered to get it. I’d send her an email as soon as we got home.
The moment I zipped up my backpack, Cáel picked it up.
“You don’t have to?—”
He cut me off with a droll look.
“Alrighty then,” I mumbled.
“Let him do it. Makes him feel useful when everything is literal chaos around us,” Easton said.
He was right. We all needed to hold tight to anything that would give us some semblance of control.
I moved into Cáel’s space, stretching up and pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Thank you.”
Cáel just grunted, but it made me smile.
“Let’s get out of here,” Easton muttered. “I need a stiff drink and ten hours in the hot tub.”
I chuckled. “I wouldn’t be against that. Where’s Maddox?”
“He’s waiting at the car,” Easton explained.
Cillian and Knox were already home, crafting a plan of attack with the lawyer for our meeting tomorrow. Suddenly, going home seemed more exhausting than staying put.
Easton wrapped an arm around me. “It won’t be too bad. Promise.”
I just hoped he was right.
We headed through the maze of hallways toward the back door. As we turned a corner, we nearly collided with Delaney, Bella, and Maggie.
Delaney sneered at me. “If it isn’t the slutty murderer. Did you slice and dice Brent yourself, or did you offer one of these two a blow job to do it?”
A snarl left Cáel’s lips, making all three girls stumble back a few steps. Bella and Maggie kept retreating, but Delaney stood her ground.
“What? Are you going to kill me, too? There are witnesses, you know,” she snapped.
“Delaney,” Bella hissed.
