‘I know that,’ she snapped. ‘But don’t you get it? Someone in this building helped to kill Jo. And I’ve got to find out who that is and make sure they get what they deserve. And I don’t want you to get hurt and mess everything up and… and… distract me.’
His eyes blazed. ‘So you’re going to do this on your own, and I’m nothing more than a distraction?’ He raked his fingers through his hair. ‘You’re still running away, Allie. You just don’t realise it.’
With that, he stalked off, leaving her standing alone.
All the way up to the girls’ dorm wing, Allie kept going over the conversation in her mind, trying to find a way to make it less horrible.
The worst part was that Sylvain was right in a way – she was trying to do this on her own. She was afraid to let him – or anyone else – help. When he was around things got confusing and it was hard to focus. They’d just end up kissing again and there could be no kissing until the spy was identified. It just couldn’t happen.
Besides she hadn’t let go of Carter yet – not completely. After they’d talked this morning, some fragment of her heart hoped it was all a horrible mistake and they could find a way to make things work again.
Although every time she saw him with Jules that became a little less possible.
As she walked down the long corridor, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking faintly on the whitewashed floor, she sighed.
What a mess.
In her room, she dropped her bag with a thud. The room felt stuffy and she walked to the window, leaning across her desk to reach the latch. It swung open like a shutter, letting in a blast of cold, fresh air.
Allie closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to clear her head.
The moon was full – a bright spotlight in the sky illuminating the grounds with a wash of blue light. Still, even with its helpful glow, were it not for her Night School training she probably wouldn’t have noticed the flicker of movement below her, it happened so quickly.
Frowning, she scanned the lawn two storeys below for a fox or a night bird.
Then she froze, fingers tight against the window frame. Because what she saw was a man, running into the trees.
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he couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her chest was suddenly too small for her lungs.
Shoving things off the desk with a reckless sweep of her arm, she climbed up on top of it to try and get a better look through the window. But he’d disappeared completely.
For a second she stayed still, gripping the window frame. Then she tore across the room and out of the door.
Weariness forgotten, she pounded down two flights of stairs and along the wide, empty grand hallway to the front door, where she fumbled with the complicated old locking system, fingers numb with anxiety and excitement until, with an almighty clang, the lock finally gave and she was outside.
Leaving the front door open behind her she hurtled down the front steps. Her knee protested but she ignored its complaints and sped across the grass.
She wasn’t afraid. She was going to catch that man. And she was going to make him suffer.
The moonlight lit up the grounds like a stage – silvering the grass and illuminating the trees. Allie made no effort to hide herself or to move quietly. This wasn’t about stealth – it was about speed.
She’d made it across the lawn to the tree line, the spot where she’d last seen him, when her muscles – exhausted from the earlier training – began to give. She reeled drunkenly into the woods.
It was darker here – the moonlight couldn’t penetrate through the canopy of pine branches. Slowing her steps, she suddenly realised she had no idea where to go – she didn’t know which direction he’d taken after entering the forest.
Instinct led her to the chapel footpath where she sped up again, peering into the shadows. She stopped to listen, hoping to hear footsteps, breaking branches. But she could hear nothing except her own ragged breathing; her pounding heart.
I lost him.
Despairing, she bent over, resting her hands on her knees and taking shallow breaths. When she raised her head again, she noticed movement ahead – it was just a flitting shadow. But it didn’t seem right.
‘Stop!’ She shouted the word at the top of her lungs, bursting into a run. The shadow moved – turning towards her – and as she grew nearer it became a man, dressed all in black.
Only then did Allie realise she didn’t have a weapon. Desperate, she looked around for a long stick, a large rock – anything she could use. She grabbed a twig – too small and fragile to be of use – but now the man was coming towards her, fast.
‘I said stop!’ she bellowed… but then her voice trailed off.
The man had a familiar face.
‘Allie?’ he said. Then he stepped into a thin beam of moonlight that broke through the branches. It was one of Raj’s guards – the one who had been with them in the SUV on the way back from the jail. ‘What are you doing out here?’