“This is ridiculous,” I said, stepping between them before the testosterone-fueled standoff could escalate further. “Julian asked me to meet him here because he wanted to discuss the chandelier incident. That’s it.”
“At midnight?” Alexander’s voice was incredulous. “In secret?”
“Because daytime conversations are so much more trustworthy at this school,” I shot back. “Between the gossip accounts and the constant surveillance, having a private conversation during normal hours is basically impossible.”
“She has a point,” Julian added helpfully. “Privacy is a rare commodity at Ashwick Academy.”
Alexander’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about privacy. This is about you putting her in danger for your own amusement.”
“My own amusement?” Julian’s eyebrows rose in theatrical surprise. “You wound m
