Austin's POV
When I storm out of Lara's room, the door slams behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. Bill, Rex, Malachi, and Faith are lined up against the opposite wall like they've been waiting for an explosion.
"We heard the shouting. What do you need?" Bill asks, his voice steady and calm.
I'm learning to trust this man more each day. His reliability means something in a world where everyone seems to be keeping secrets.
I glance around the hallway. Other students are poking their heads out of doorways, drawn by the commotion. Their curious stares make my skin crawl.
"Not here," I say through gritted teeth.
"Follow me," Bill says, and the five of us move like a unit toward the library. The others acknowledge the librarian with casual waves, but I can't manage even basic courtesy. My rage is a living thing, pulsing under my skin and demanding release.
She lied to me. The thought keeps circling in my head like a vulture.
