on. He was a complication she didn't need. The penthouse, once

ag with a few changes of clothes and her essentials.

at school. For the

note on the kitchen island, her scr

I'm mov

"Her handwriting is atrocious." But as he tossed the note in the trash, a strange, unfa

creet, brutally modern building in the heart of the financial distr

girl from Appalachia, but with the deep, deferential respect reserved for the ar

her palm on a scanner, then her eye. With a series of nea

Instead, meticulously organized racks held disassembled rifles, handguns, and tactical gear. Stac

She snapped it open on a steel table. It was filled to the brim with pristine, bundled hundred‑dol

The dorm she was assigned to was old, brick, and covere

ountain of designer luggage. Her expression shifted from shock, to a

me live in this dump for the semester. And of all people, I get you as a roommate." She laughed. "Oh, right. I hear

her duffel bag on the empty

heatrical pity. "You know, you look a little... rough. I'm sure you d

ndred‑dollar bill, holding it out between two fingers as if

efcase on her desk, and snapped open the latches. The lid l

ut of her head. The hundred‑dollar bill suddenly looked patheti

fcase, the latches clicking shut one by one. Then she turned her back on Savannah and went

, blotchy red, shaking with a rage she couldn'