Chapter 107

“I need you to get something off-campus for me tonight. It’s for my costume.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you displayed such barbaric and despicable behavior?” Miranda quips, turning back to her tea and sipping it slowly. The metaphor in her actions isn’t lost on me. Sip that tea, Miranda, I think with a grin.

Creed notices my expression and turns to face me. I stare him down, curling my arm protectively around my journal, so he can’t see the words written in it. Bet he’d love that, to read it aloud to the academy the way he did with my essay.

“What’s so damn amusing to you?” he drawls, as insouciant and dismissive as always.

“You, waltzing around the school like you think you’re the prince. Maybe you are, but you’ll never be king.” My grin rachets up a notch, as wide and maniacal as the Cheshire Cat’s. “Tristan will always rule this school. At best, you’re second in command. At best. Then again, your grades are trash, and you don’t bother to