NINA'S POV
The laughter of the Sassies echoed through the school courtyard, sharp and high-pitched like glass breaking. I sat among them, but my mind wasn’t there. My phone buzzed in my palm, and I lowered my gaze. The video I’d recorded earlier lit up the screen again, daring me to press play.
And of course, I did.
The screen filled with Amara. Her hair messy, her lips swollen, faint red marks painting her neck. Marks that were fresh. Marks I knew.
Professor Black’s marks.
A shiver raced down my spine, but it wasn’t fear…it was something darker, hotter. My nails dug into my thigh under the table.
“Nina, are you okay?” Dian’s sing-song voice snapped me back. She leaned toward me, her perfectly curled blonde hair bouncing against her cheek. “You’ve been spacing out all morning.”
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