“It’s probably too late tonight, but I could scourDelta’spatio and see what turns up, if anything.”
“Better to go during the day,” he says with a glance out of his darkened window.
“Right.”
“I’ll head over there on my way to campus tomorrow. See if anything is around the area.”
The final words hang between us awkwardly. I glance back at Julien’s side for a fraction of a second before Rowan sighs. “Can you go now? I…want to be alone.”
Our gazes meet. His filled with sorrow, almost pleading. The red-lined rims of his eyes threatening to spill tears again.
“Sure. But let me know what you find.”
“Why do you care?”
I kick at the low-pile depressing taupe carpet before facinghim with the truth. “Because he was my friend. And I liked him.” I shrug. “I liked your boyfriend.”
Rowan’s stiff shoulders relax, and the tightness around his worried mouth loosens. “See you.”
By the next afternoon,my brain still hasn’t settled. Even after my final exam. But relief slowly washes over me with every step out of the classroom as I head toward the student center for lunch.
I even perk up at the thought that Aiden is likely in there already. Whateverbig planshe has for fixing things haven’t impressed me. Not yet.
I’ll believe it when I see it. Until then? He can go fuck himself and whoever he wants.
I mean, I’ll kill her, then chop off his dick, but still. Hecan.
“Hey!” a voice startles me as I skirt through the still alley in the center of campus.
Gray huffs a few white-puffed breaths as he catches up to me. “Hello.”
The way he runs belies the nerdy exterior. There’s something extremely odd about him. Maybe he does weird drugs. Or secretly injects steroids into his dick. But the thick glasses, greasy hair, and days-old scruff don’t go with his body. He’s like one of those secretly ripped guys who no one knows is good-looking until you see them without their clothes.
Cam guy.
Secret porn star.
Heavy equipment operator.
Serial killer.
Something…
“How’d you make out on the psychology final?”
“Okay,” I say as he falls into step with me.
“I wanted to find youalone.” He glances behind us for a tick, but it’s not as if he’safraid. Justobservant.
My head tilts as I look at him curiously. “Why?”
“That guy who accosted me.”
“Aiden?”
“Yeah. Pretty sure he killed Julien Ellery.”
I gasp and pause, facing the man accusing Aiden of murdering my friend. Would Aiden do that?