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Instead, I’ve sat here thinking about what to do.

I can’t go to the police. I knew that before I ran to the bus stop.

What Michael did was wrong, but what Darrell would have done is worse.

He deserved to die.

Michael can’t go to jail for that.

A tear falls at the thought, but I quickly wipe it away.

I did nothing.

Well, that’s not true.

I’m just as guilty as Michael. Do I want to throw my life away for scum like Darrell?No.

Decision made, I head into the large building for my second class. I sat outside, missing the first.

I’ll say I’m sick if anyone asks. If I look half as bad as I feel, they’ll believe me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Michael

The look on my princess’s face as she rounds the corner, finding me chatting with her lit professor is more than worth the heart attack I had when she ran earlier.

It’s like she really thought I wouldn’t track her.

“Hey, princess.” I wave her over.

It takes a second for her feet to move, as if her body has forgotten how to do it.

“There’s my girl,” I greet, dropping a kiss to her cheek, my fingers wrapped around her arm.

I frown at how cold she feels.

Keys weren’t the only thing she forgot earlier.

“Lara, Michael said you were unwell. You should have stayed home,” Professor Jones admonishes, while I encourage her arms through the sleeves of myjacket. “You go home, and we’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“No, no,” Lara resists.

“Baby, I’m sure Calvin here can advise your other professors. They don’t want the other students getting sick, right?” I coerce.

“Anything for our favorite benefactors.”

Money talks, even outside of Cromwell Town.

“Michael.” It’s a plea.

“Come on,” I urge. “I want you to meet my other number one girl.”

Lara frowns.

The look pleases me. The idea of her being jealous does more than make me happy. Now is not the time to get an erection.

My curious princess forgets all about arguing with me, passing her book bag over for me to shoulder.

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