massive wrought-iron gates of the Conner Estate. It lo

ns and an oversized black hoodie. She grabbed a worn-out canvas

e sprawling mansion

er clothes, his nose wrinkling. He didn't offer to t

and stepped past h

the way. "Miss, the main entrance is for the fami

with enough force to make him stumble back. She walked straight

e radio clipped to his belt and f

mahogany front doors and s

er blonde hair was swept into an elegant updo, a string of pearls sitting against her co

er the cheap canvas bag. "Couldn't you have bought

pped the heavy duffel bag onto the Persi

terling?" s

ideo game. He had the same pale blonde hair as his mother, h

ll him by his name,

ed her head and loc

ade like a physical blow. His breath caught. The expensive contr

Sterling Conner walked down, his face flush

le the second you w

ked up a manila folder, and tossed it onto th

his tone dripping with condescension. "With your pathetic grades, it's the only place that w

e pity. "We pulled a lot of strings to ge

m. A slow, dark smirk cur

the edge of the thick paper bet

nt motion, she ripped

ple. He slammed his hand o

gers, raining down onto the glass table. She sto

said, her voice cutting through the a

stwood? The most elite prep school in the coun

ng the boy. "Section four, paragra

The blood draine

fitting the family's social standing," Allison recited, her voice co

her hand flyin

ght fists. His knuckles turned

sed, voice trembling with rage, "you are too stup

duffel bag. She looked at him like h

e," she

heading straight for the dusty, for