Shivering from the cold, I force myself to get up, looking around in panic. Suddenly, my phone dings again, but I don’t even take a look at it. There’s no way I’m responding to her again. I’m going where I should run to the moment, I got her message.
I know my mentor must be at the party. If my high and mighty dad attended it, then surely the Elite did as well. I just need to get to him somehow. This is serious. This is … I can’t believe I let myself be fooled into playing her little game! But if she talked … There would be no win for me, no matter what I did!
As I step into the college building, cold and sweaty from running all the way here, I truly hope that I won’t get sick. But that’s the least of my concerns now. I keep thinking about the hit list that my mother left for me to disco
