Chapter 13: Suspicious Minds
Alek glanced to the open door of the bathroom and wondered how Volger had gotten the door unlocked without the two of them hearing, then realized that he was dealing with the Count. It was preposterous to wonder.
"And who in blisters are you?" The boy standing toe-to-toe with him demanded, his Scottish lilt now just a hint in the background.
The Count looked down at the blond haired boy in front of him, taking in his stance and the angry tone of voice, and turned up his nose at him.
"I am Count Volger. I am to be respected by all students, and that includes new ones as well." Volger said, his tone even and neutral, but the glint in his eyes betrayed the distaste he felt.
Alek felt a little better to discover that he wasn't the only one who didn't quite trust Sharp's story. He couldn't exactly place why he felt so, but there was something off about the Scottish boy. He didn't exactly have the boyish tendencies he was use to, but who was Alek to judge when he had grown up in a castle away from other boys?
"I'm sorry, Count," Dylan replied, clicking his boots together smartly, his voice hinting at mockery.
"Yes, I can see that." Volger turned away from Dylan, who had backed away from Alek as he spoke.
"Haben Sie herausgefunden, wer hat unserer Schule infiltriert noch?" He asked, switching to German. Every boy at Leviathan knew German, save the new, young boys. Leviathan WAS a prestigious school for boys, after all.
Alek, who is Austrian, after all, replied quickly and flawlessly.
"Noch nicht, aber ich habe eine Ahnung, mit wem es sein könnte." Alek cut his green eyes towards the blue eyed boy across from him.
"I don't barking speak Clanker." Dylan interjected.
Alek and Count Volger exchanged a look, a look that implied the same thing and they both knew it.
"Dylan, do you, per chance, have a sister who goes to Queens?" Count asked slyly. Alek looked confused for a moment, before his green eyes lit with understanding.
Dylan stared into space for a second, before his wide blue eyes met Volger's and Alek's.
He then answered with confidence.
"Her name is Amoura Sharp. She's a freshman at Queens." The smug smirk he wore clued the two real men that Dylan was onto them.
Dylan was a lot smarter than Alek had anticipated, and he knew the signs to look for. He caught on quickly. Alek just needed to figure out how to be quicker.
Alek knew who the infiltrator was. He just needed a way to prove it, without the suspect getting too suspicious of him.
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