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But before she can comment, Jane, who apparently hasn’t noticed our little exchange, speaks up again. “I wasn’t aware that you were paying attention in any of our classes. Let alone professor Lawson’s.” Her blue eyes shine with contempt. “We all know that you’re not here to become an assassin. So stop wasting everyone’s time and just drop out already.”
“Not only time,” Leslie interjects before I can retort.
Jane turns to frown at her. “What?”
Leslie keeps her eyes on me. “You’re a waste of space too,” she says, her voice laced with sweet malice as she enunciates every word. “You know that, right?”
I make a show of looking down at my body before giving her a slow once-over. “Given that I take up about half the space you do, I would argue otherwise.”
Rage flashes in her eyes as she takes a step forward. But before she can do anything else, a voice comes from our lecture hall a short distance away.
“Door closes in thirty seconds,” our professor warns. “Anyone who is late will spend the entire night cleaning the floor in my office.”
Leslie and Jane shoot me looks dripping with poison before starting towards the door. Since I have no intention of cleaning any floors, I hurry into the lecture hall as well.
It’s a circular space, built like an amphitheater with rows that slope down towards the stage at the bottom. Jane and Leslie stride down the steps and join the rest of their posse while I pick a seat in one of the rows at the back instead.
As much as I hate them and their dirty looks and vicious words, they’re partly right. I’m not here to be a hitman, so I am technically wasting our professors’ time a little bit. But this is the only place where I can enjoy a scrap of freedom, so I will not be leaving Blackwater until someone forces me to.
“Alright,” our professor begins.
I tune him out since I don’t really need to pass this course, and instead pull out my phone. Last night, I tried to find Kaden on social media so that I could learn something about his habits. And how to avoid running into him. But he doesn’t have an account. It shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise, given his future line of work. But still. It would have been nice to stalk him the way he seems to stalk me.
My phone vibrates faintly and a text lights up my screen.
I roll my eyes and heave a soft sigh.
Speaking of stalkers…
With annoyance swirling inside me, I open the text.
Eric Wilson: Alina. Please stop ignoring my texts. I know that you read them. Can we just talk?
For a few seconds, I consider ignoring this text as well. But then I blow out a long breath and type a reply.
Me: There is nothing to talk about. Our engagement has been called off. It was simply a business deal between our fathers. Nothing more.
Eric Wilson: That’s what we need to talk about. You can’t just call off our engagement like that.
With a third sigh in as many minutes, I exit the app, lock the screen, and shove my phone back into my pocket. Eric Wilson. That man does not take no for an answer. In fact, I’m pretty sure that this is the first time in his entire life that someone has told him no.
The Wilson family is very rich because if their successful perfume empire, and they have lots of connections in the business world. That’s why Dad wanted me to marry the Wilson heir. If we’re married, all of those high-paying conglomerates and powerful business people would go to our family if they needed to rid themselves of some competition.
However, Eric treated me more like a glass figurine to be put on a shelf like a trophy than an actual person. So I begged Dad to end the engagement by convincing him that any rich and influential family would only take advantage of us if I wasn’t properly prepared before entering the marriage. And by convincing him that there are much better heirs out there than Eric Wilson. Thankfully, he agreed.
So now, I have at least an entire year of freedom before—
I flinch, my churning mind going completely silent, as I feel the cold kiss of steel against my throat.
Being careful not to move my head, I glance down to find someone holding a knife across my throat from behind my back. No, not someone. I know exactly who it is.
“Hello, little doe,” Kaden whispers in my ear.
A shiver rolls through my body as his warm breath dances over my skin.
Since he is sitting behind me, I can’t see his face. But I swear I can hear the smirk in his voice.
I flick a glance at the other students closest to us. They all watch us discreetly, but no one intervenes. I shift my gaze to the professor, but he is currently answering questions from a guy at the front of the room, so he must not have noticed what is happening yet.
