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Would she really say that about me?
There are comments now, too. Mitchell snatches the phone out of my hand before I can read them.
“You’re grumpy enough,” he says.
I was already freaked out by the posts this morning. But it’s worse than I thought because by including that photo of me and Delaney, this person clearly has no problem twisting the truth. With their follower count rapidly rising, they’re starting to have influence, too. More power than any of us anticipated.
And for some reason, they’re trying to wreak havoc.
Mitchell clears his throat. “Since they were right about you and DL, are they right about the other stuff?”
He tries to keep his tone light, but I catch him staring at my kneeagain. He’s worried. I ball my hands into tight fists. This is exactly what I need to prevent. I don’t want him stressing about me when he has his own plans, his own future to think about.
I shake my head. “I’ve got it under control.”
“Swear?” he asks, as he takes the fork back and gathers a large bite in the pan.
I nod, feeling a bit sick to my stomach when I say, “You know we don’t lie to each other.”
Something passes over his face, but it’s gone so fast I must’ve imagined it.
I don’t want to linger on the subject, so I move on, anger clipping my words when I return to the topic of Legacy Lore. “Who thinks like this?”
Mitchell pushes the empty lasagna dish away from himself and leans back. “Someone spiteful with a lot of time on their hands.”
I let out a small laugh. But it does little to dispel the apprehension that arises when I think about all I’m still hiding. All I have tokeephidden.
“They’re obviously hovering around. Maybe we can figure out who it is atRomeo and Juliettonight. Actually…” He trails off and wipes his hands quickly before pulling out his phone. He starts tapping furiously, a scheme on his face.
“What are you doing?”
The answer comes a moment later when my phone buzzes with a text from him on RUN FORREST RUN:I have doth decreed another reunion! Tonight! Of Runneth Forrest Runneth at doth Shakespeare show.
Kenji responds instantly, as if in on it.Hear, hear! Shall we be fancy tonight and arrive as one?
Mitchell:Indeed! We are fancy now and thus must only speaketh as the fancy would. Thy chariots shall arrive post haste-ish.
I’ve always been baffled by their antics, and this time is no different.
“What is this?” I demand.
Popping into the group chat like everything’s good is dangerously chaotic, even for him.
He grins at me over his phone. “Insurance. Kenji and I aren’t about to let the crew fall apart because of this mess. If we don’t let you all avoid each other, then you have to get your shit together.”
My pulse picks up as I wait to see how Clara responds to whatever… this is.
Kenji:Too bad, Lady Clara! We shall pickest thou up at the hour of six!
Mitchell:Culture thyselves!
“Yeesh, sheispissed,” Mitchell says.
I scroll up and down, confused. It seems like Kenji was replying to something Clara said, too, but I don’t see a text from her on the chat. Is it a glitch?
“What? Did she text you?” I ask.
He frowns. “Yeah—you can see it.”
