When she’d set up the ladder on the other side of the tree, she turned back to him and spoke quickly before she could change her mind.
‘Look. I’m sorry for… like, earlier. That wasn’t cool.’
His rake stilled and he looked up at her, surprise leaving his face unguarded for a second.
‘That’s OK,’ he said. ‘I don’t blame you.’
‘To be honest,’ she looked down at her clippers, ‘I got spooked in the garden. Thought I heard something. But it was just you guys. So… I overreacted.’
‘No one could blame you for being on edge, Allie,’ he said. ‘I am, too. We all are. You have nothing to apologise for.’
‘Oh, I think I have a lot to apologise for.’
Carter didn’t miss the wry tone in her tone and he looked at her searchingly. ‘Why’d you do it, Allie?’ he asked. ‘Why’d you leg it?’
Leaning back against the ladder she glanced up at the lightening sky, remembering how she’d felt that day.
‘I felt like… like nothing happened,’ she said. ‘Like, Jo died and then everyone went back to business as usual except me. And I don’t want business as usual. Ever again.’
He nodded to himself, biting his bottom lip. ‘Thing is,’ he said after a second, ‘nobody went back to business as usual, Allie.’
She hadn’t expected that.
‘What do you mean?’ she asked, her brow creasing.
‘I mean, everything changed. I guess nobody told you because they knew you… needed space or whatever.’ He plucked a dead leaf from the tree, avoiding her gaze. ‘But we’ve been having loads of meetings about it. All Night School training has changed, too. They are looking for the spy – everyone’s completely paranoid about it. And Raj tracked Gabe and Nathaniel everywhere they’ve been.’ He shook his head and his gaze glanced off hers. ‘You know Raj is Batman, right?’
‘So wait.’ Allie needed him to get back to the point. ‘Are you saying all this stuff has been happening but nobody told me?’
Carter’s expression was hard to read. ‘Isabelle said you weren’t ready yet. You needed to grieve.’
Allie’s jaw was so tight it was difficult to speak.
‘I’ve grieved enough,’ she said. ‘Now I’m ready to make Nathaniel pay.’
NINE
A
llie’s classes went more smoothly that day – students paid less attention to her, and the lessons began to make a tiny amount of sense.
In her free moments she thought about what Carter had told her. Why hadn’t Isabelle ever mentioned what they were doing? She tried to remember anything the headmistress had said about tracing Jo’s attacker, finding the spy. But all she could recall was being told not to worry about it. That it was under control.
But as afternoon turned into evening, and evening into night, she grew increasingly jittery. She was about to find out for herself – her Night School training started that night.
When she joined Rachel and Zoe in the library after dinner, nerves gnawed at her stomach and it was hard to focus on Rachel’s chemistry tutoring.
‘You’re not paying, like, a huge amount of attention,’ Rachel complained when Allie stumbled over the same problem for the third time.
‘Soz.’ Allie dropped her pencil with a sigh. ‘Maybe I just need to do something else for a while and come back to this. My brain is tired.’
Across the table, though, Zoe gave a significant look. Allie glanced at her watch – it was nearly nine. Time to get ready.
‘Actually,’ she said, pushing back her chair, ‘I think I’m just knackered.’ She began gathering her books. ‘I guess I’ll have an early night and start fresh tomorrow.’
Rachel gave a sympathetic nod. ‘Probably a good idea. You do look worn out.’
‘I have to go too.’ Zoe jumped to her feet. ‘I’m way ahead with my work, anyway.’
As they hurried out, guilt nibbled away at Allie’s battered conscience. Lying to Rachel felt wrong. Their friendship was being re-forged link by link – deception made it seem more fragile.
Outside the library door, Zoe stopped. ‘I’m going upstairs to drop my books first. Want to come?’
But Allie just wanted to get on with it and she shook her head. ‘I’ll meet you down there.’
After Zoe dashed up the stairs to the girls’ dorm, Allie made her way down the grand hallway, her heart in her throat. She could do this. She could go back to Night School and not screw it up this time.
She was so lost in thought she didn’t hear footsteps. Turning a corner, she ran headlong into someone coming the other way. Their shoulders collided with a jarring thud that sent a quick sharp pain down Allie’s side.
‘Ouch. Bugger… I mean, sorry.’ Allie reeled back clutching her arm. Only then did she see who she’d crashed into.
‘Did I hurt you?’ Sylvain’s blue eyes surveyed her with concern.
‘I’m fine,’ she said, flushing, although she wasn’t entirely certain that was true.