Chapter 51

“They were the same pills I got given after I was taken,” Brooklyn said quickly. “I had a bad injury, and they gave me pills for the pain. I don’t want to take the same pills.”

Harry’s eyes went to Brooklyn’s hip, where the scar was. “Was it for that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said sharply.

“When are you going to tell me about that?”

“I’m not,” Brooklyn sniffed and shoved her book onto the desk. “Now help me and tell me what the damned date is in French.”

Harry sighed, took Brooklyn’s pen, and wrote the date in her notebook.

Brooklyn loved Harry’s handwriting. It was neat and tidy; she felt like a child scribbling when she wrote.

“Ahh! Brooke!”

Brooklyn nearly fell out of her seat in shock and swore under her breath, looking up to face Miss Mental.

“You alive? You better! Oui?”

“I guess,” Brooklyn said.

“Brilliant!” Miss Mental grinned. “You have lots to catch up! You and Harry work hard, oui? Lots of studying together?”<