I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned.
The library fund got its $1,000. Kael wrote the check himself, and I watched him do it, a smug smile on my face.
“You’re going to lose, counselor,” he said.
“Yeah?”
My mother always said, “Lena, keep your head down, do the work, and don’t draw attention.”
“Hey.”
His eyes widened. For one heartbeat. Two.
“Get off my bed,” I said.
