avenue toward the elite prep school. Inside the cabin, the o

er stomach gave a sharp, painful twist. The bacon hadn't be

of baked dough drifted through the air vents. Aurora tu

knuckles against the glass partiti

ull over. I want a cin

d on his forehead. Julian's orders were absolute: The Carlisle family did not

d, searching for an excuse. "I... I can't, Miss Aurora

bills in his suit pocket for emergencies. But he couldn't risk

words no cash ec

e Quarry. She remembered watching a woman get beaten half to dea

brutal logic of the prison, made a massive leap. Arthur was just a d

a sudden, heavy wave of pity. He was just like her. A p

th. "I'm sorry, Arthur.

corrected it. He stared at her in the mirror, his eyes wide with sheer terror. Why was

ce of the prep school. The Carlisle family n

ushed the heavy door open. Her bl

standing by a vending m

new money. He obsessed over designer logos and flas

me badging and wrapped in a dull, matte black finish. To someone like Juston, who only recogn

d on a soda can. He leaned

ack and dug around until she found a crumpled, faded twenty-dol

aid, her voice completely serious. "Go get yourself

nt pale. He didn't reach for it. He didn't speak. He just s

a step back, his heart pound

who acted like she owned the school-getting out of a trashy car an

ace. He had always hated how Aurora looked righ

ed the bill onto the passenger seat, turne

aking violently. He snatched his phone from the

mething is wrong with Miss Aurora. She just gav

e whipped out his phone and opened the school's anon

le is broke! Rides in a trash car and her driver

thin seconds, the comment counter b

ain path of the campus.

and intimidation were gone. Instead, students were stopping in the

d disgust. Girls covered their mouths, whi

the crowd surrounding her. Her heart d

smile creeping up th

hand her the perfec