Why has everyone been testing my patience lately, and why was Deck in the middle of our dorm room—in the middle of the night?
I just returned from Professor Nero, whom I would now dub Professor Backstabber. I was fully expecting to see a sleeping Imogen, but not only was she nowhere to be found, but it was Deck who greeted me after I opened the door.
Well, greeting was an overstatement. It was more like he asked me a million questions, one right after the other, while I ignored him and closed the door again. Now, Deck was standing in the middle of our dorm room like a brooding, silent sentinel, all because I refused to tell him what had happened.
"What did you say to Vanessa?" Deck asked for the umpteenth time.
I rolled my eyes at him and lay on the bed, choosing to stare at the ceilin
