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he’d kill me? No, hard of hearing, that’s all. Just in case, I nodded and asked, “Did you kill Kyle Whatshisname? Is that why he’s not around anymore?”
    Green made a small noise, and my blood chilled when I realized it had been a dark, sinister laugh that seemed so wrong after what I’d asked. A professor at my university would kill me over the book, and maybe he’d killed Kyle before me.
    Mind. Blown.
    I had no doubt he’d do it. Nobody could be that good of an actor to pull off demon-does-sociopath. He would kill me somehow—messily, painfully, and slowly, no doubt. Jesus . Which meant, no matter how strongly my curiosity wanted me to devour that book, it was too dangerous. I had enough danger in my life.
    “I don’t want it,” I said, proud my voice didn’t shake like the rest of me. “Take it out of my bag. If you’re willing to kill someone to protect it, then I’m out.”
    “How is it we’ve been talking for ten minutes and you still believe you have a choice in the matter? You will read it, and you will read it tonight. When you’ve cured yourself of ignorance, you will return here and tell me what you’ve learned.” Something tugged gently on my braid, and he sighed. Why was he touching my hair?
    Needing to know what look he had on his face, I turned to meet those star-bright eyes and wondered if they’d been the last thing Kyle had seen before Green had bricked him into a wall in the basement of the AL. A random thought, that his face would make a pretty good last sight before the end, flitted through my mind before I gave myself a mental slap. His expression was stone cold blank, so I must have imagined him pawing me.
    Of all the questions I could have asked, “What if I finish at four in the morning?” came out.
    “Then you will march your rear back here at four in the morning.” He flashed a crooked grin at me. “What part of this are you not getting?”
    “Who are you?” I whispered, turning back to the door. He could make fun of me, but I didn’t have to watch. “Who are you really? You’re not any professor of anthropology, right?”
    Leaning down to my right ear, he whispered, “Go. Read. Keep it out of sight. Come back when you’re done. Have I put it in simple enough terms for you, Plaid?”
    Caught in a shiver he induced in me, I threw my elbow sideways. He grunted and stepped back. “Fine, I’ve got it. You don’t have to be such a giant prick.”
    Throwing open the door, I marched through and didn’t stop until I made it out of the AL and into the … night? “What. The. Hell?” I’d been in Green’s office … what … ten minutes? I’d gone to class at quarter to nine in the morning. We’d only gotten two hours of the lecture in before Mr. Bug-Ass sent me over the seats, which put us at ten-thirty. It should have been no later than eleven in the morning, so why was the moon grinning at me through the trees?
    I shoved back my sleeve, the fabric still damp from the creepy Bugman snow. My watch read 9:08, as in p.m. A guy and a girl jogged along Ring Road, his loud bray of laughter snapping me out of my shock.
    I’d never lost time before today, and now it had happened twice. Probably should have mentioned it to my psycho prof. On second thought, forget that. He didn’t tell me diddly-squat, so I’d return the favor.
    The package he’d put in my pack suddenly weighed a million pounds. If I read it, nothing would be the same. All of the answers I’d speculated about since I was little and staring at my unraveling classroom ceiling were at my fingertips. Along with crippling fear came anticipation, thick and heady and undeniable. I was going to read the bloody thing, every page. And I would find out why Green seemed more like an egotistical piece of eye-candy than someone who should be lecturing eighteen-year-olds.
    I headed back to V2 as if I carried a load of nitroglycerine instead of leather and pages. Hopefully Ava had hooked up with some idiot as she