I've missed my bus for sure, but I don't care. I have no idea where this incredible fury has come from-I blame Kitalia-but it's consuming me and I have to let it out. Whatever reason Tom Brown has for destroying my most favorite possession in the entire world, he's about to discover Kit MacLean is less kitty cat and more lioness.
I don't remember running up the stairs to the computer lab, or if I encounter anyone along the way. The only memory I have is pausing outside the door for one moment, taking a breath past the fire in my chest, before pushing it open and stepping inside.
Tom sits at one of the computers, leaning back, one sneakered foot crossed over his lanky knee while a handful of other guys hang around him, their collective glasses and bad haircuts, pale complexions and matchi
