Chapter 15: Definitely not high school
Merlina’s POV
It was finally Friday, and after a week that felt like midterms and finals teamed up to ruin my life, I was beyond ready for a break.
One class.
Just one measly class at noon, and I was free to shift into party mode.
Belford’s weekends weren’t exactly exciting or wild, but we’d been invited to some off-campus birthday party, and honestly? I needed it.
Conor Lesnar, the guy said to be responsible for my mother’s death, was still conveniently out of town, supposedly on academic probation or some fake family emergency. Whatever.
For once, I wasn’t going to spend my Friday night knee-deep in old files and dead-end leads. I was gonna have fun.
Just for tonight.
Phoebe, Megan, and I were walking across campus, the sun sitting low and bright, the way it always got before the real weekend heat kicked in. We had our iced coffees in hand and not a single ounce of shame for skipping the optional discussion section after class.
"Tell me why Professor Lin made us argue both sides of the debate and then still gave participation points like she was handing out pity stickers," Megan muttered, pulling her sunglasses down as we passed a group of freshmen blasting music from a car parked in the curb.
"Because Lin is chaos personified," I said. "She lives for the emotional damage."