Part 9
(Marcie)
The next morning Zane was found dead. I was still in shock as I wandered through my classes. I just couldn't believe it. Who would be strong enough to do something like this?
I still couldn't understand how it had happened. Zane. He had been one of the best hunters I had ever met. And now he was gone. The others weren't dealing with this any better than I was. Devin seemed to be lost in his own little world.
Dayna was acting like the smug bitch she was, her expression somewhere between shock over Zane and smug content. Her words the other night kept ringing in my head.
No. No. No way. Dayna was just jealous. That was all. There was nothing going on between Devin and Catalina. Devin would never sink that low. At least, that's what I wanted to believe of him.
My eyes narrowed at the small group of Night People, Layla, Eliza, Catalina and Grace. I couldn't deny the fact that I'd noticed Devin kept looking at Catalina.
Catalina just glared, and turned her nose up at him and looked away.
The others looked particularly smug. Which meant one of them had done it. One of the, had murdered Zane in cold blood. They needed to pay for that.
Before I could stalk over and pick a fight Devin's hands fell on my shoulder. I jerked away. Dayna's accusations flashed through my mind.
"What?" I asked quickly.
Devin gave me a strange look, then recovered. "What are you doing?"
"One of *them* did it," I hissed.
"Duh," Dayna pushed her unwelcome nose in.
"We can't just waltz over there and start picking fights, not here," Devin said rationally.
I didn't care about being rational. I cared about revenge.
"They can't get away with it," Devin said firmly.
"Devin just doesn't want to hurt his new soulmate," Dayna said smugly, before sauntering away, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder.
Devin had frozen. I looked at him. "It's true, isn't it?" I whispered.
Devin opened his mouth, but no words came out. I just glared, controlling my expression and the urge to hit him. I turned and walked away.
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(Marcie)
The next morning Zane was found dead. I was still in shock as I wandered through my classes. I just couldn't believe it. Who would be strong enough to do something like this?
I still couldn't understand how it had happened. Zane. He had been one of the best hunters I had ever met. And now he was gone. The others weren't dealing with this any better than I was. Devin seemed to be lost in his own little world.
Dayna was acting like the smug bitch she was, her expression somewhere between shock over Zane and smug content. Her words the other night kept ringing in my head.
No. No. No way. Dayna was just jealous. That was all. There was nothing going on between Devin and Catalina. Devin would never sink that low. At least, that's what I wanted to believe of him.
My eyes narrowed at the small group of Night People, Layla, Eliza, Catalina and Grace. I couldn't deny the fact that I'd noticed Devin kept looking at Catalina.
Catalina just glared, and turned her nose up at him and looked away.
The others looked particularly smug. Which meant one of them had done it. One of the, had murdered Zane in cold blood. They needed to pay for that.
Before I could stalk over and pick a fight Devin's hands fell on my shoulder. I jerked away. Dayna's accusations flashed through my mind.
"What?" I asked quickly.
Devin gave me a strange look, then recovered. "What are you doing?"
"One of *them* did it," I hissed.
"Duh," Dayna pushed her unwelcome nose in.
"We can't just waltz over there and start picking fights, not here," Devin said rationally.
I didn't care about being rational. I cared about revenge.
"They can't get away with it," Devin said firmly.
"Devin just doesn't want to hurt his new soulmate," Dayna said smugly, before sauntering away, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder.
Devin had frozen. I looked at him. "It's true, isn't it?" I whispered.
Devin opened his mouth, but no words came out. I just glared, controlling my expression and the urge to hit him. I turned and walked away.
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