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“What are you talking about? Brenton might not, but—”

“But, who? The parliamentarians that are waiting for one little slip up so they can kill me? Don’t you get it? No one cares if those boys had raped and killed me.” Layla yelled, yanking her hand from Zayne’s grip. “No one in the whole school. The headmaster said it himself: Why would they punish the five students because of me? They’re far more important than my life. I doubt the parliamentarians would bat an eye even if concrete evidence was placed before them.”

She sniffled, rubbing the back of her hand on her eyes to wipe her tears.

“And who’s to say they would bring the truth? They can turn the whole story, make me the villain, and the parliamentarians will punish or kill me. It’s my words, the Child of Darkness words, against those of an elite student and four other students of Nox-Luminis. Who do you think they will believe? The school hates me. Everyone hates me. No one—”

Zayne wrapped his arms around her, interrupting her