rs under an arm, then picked up my

t the narrow doorway and let the gl

down the corridor with strange violet wallpaper

ack to see Chuck still standing outside, watching me through the g

y bags banging into my legs, but I kept going to show Chuck I

corner at the top of the stairs, hauling forward one of the beastly suitcases, the momentum sending it f

ed backward, arms flailing. He stumbled over his fee

arms outstretched, to hel

ay up his stomach, and I reached over and helped him c

. 'What the hell are you car

fixed his clothes. "Ju

sniffing the air, his nose crea

t, Vamp." He growled, and his eyes shifted to wolf ones- gray as the dirt

on my neck

es had me boiling with fury. Many races hated Va

ated on my nerves, and if there was one enemy Dad loathe

g outside!" I sn

e? I snatched my bags from the ground, lifted my chin, and turn

ugh my brow. I s

uck put t

oded my ears. I decided right t

possessions. "You've go

n my hand and then th

ind Principal Stone stepping up to the doorway.

that." And then the inch thick dust along the windowsill, and stopped

"And

pal. "I wasn't told l'd b

a small bathroom and thanked t

don't hav

. Livingstone. That bed has been unoccupied for th

led my revulsion. "What

Hilton; we don't have maids here. But you're welcome to the m

ht. A mop wouldn't be anywhere ne

straight skirt, clearly standing out in this room. I suspected her accommodation was gla

er the perfect Livingstone smile

school for

oes. I stared at the tiny wardrobe against the wall...and when I say tiny

take a little getting used to, but give it time. I pr

ne. I was too busy mentally preparing myself for the horror waiting within. My hand tremble

re wire

ngers. And the ugliest d

vile thing, and then turned back, reaching up to unhook the

ses along the sides, and the skirt was a

nd of place was

no way in Hell I was putting my clothes in that. I stared at the suitcases near t

g decision. A ver

the other maids to clean and primp and fluff. My cell phone dug into my thigh

whisked out of here, and on my way back to the parties and the panicked gazes

here was no

ends here...apart from the foul mutt in the hallway outside. I bet they were just desperate for someone like

desperat

y hand. My first class wasn't un

pected dance classes, training on party conversations, along with some etiquette on h

to think the Academy

lenty of time to get this cleaned up. I gave a nod and ste

even saying the words, I felt

canned the closed doors of the rooms next to mine and strode to

eel...and maybe break a nail in the process. I jerked my

anyway, knock the wall down in the middle, a