‘These are hundred dollar boots, he is SO dead,’ I chattered, trying to ignore the pain that radiated up and out from my ankle. ‘You need to ge... that looked at,’ Jason said. I just looked at him. ‘Well, you should,’ he said again, ‘but I suppose you won’t, just to be contrary like always.’ ‘No, sugars, its not that I like being contrary, I just enjoy annoying the hell out of you. Sorry to have ruined your day.’ I was having a really hard time keeping the pain out of my voice now, and today. Chelsea found herself undeniably attracted to the Ms. Corliss. At first it was just butterflies, and that light-headedness that struck any time she even just anticipated visiting the teacher after class. But giving in just a little to butterflies quickly led to something more powerful, and more than a little intoxicating to a young girl who worked so hard at being worldly, but had little experience in love and lust. Hugs led to kissing, kissing to French kissing, French kissing to making out. “Laurel, I…” Sandy attempted to say but was quickly cut short as Laurel pressed two fingers against her lips and shook her head no. Laurel then leaned forward until their lips could have touched and breathed into her mouth, “I told you before Sandy, I do not want you to speak tonight, not a question or a comment to pass between these pretty lips of yours. If you cannot follow my command without aid then I will have no choice but to gag you to keep you quiet…” Sandy’s blue eyes widened at. "That leaves the others: Mikhail, Tristan, Wan, Robert, and Melissa." Well, none of them can be totally free of suspicion, except maybe Mikhail, he seems too dense to be a traitor." But he could just be acting." My thoughts exactly. This is a hard thing to contemplate, Armand. I feel like I know these people, and they seem so committed to our cause." I know how you feel. Tristan and I have been friends for decades, I can't believe that he could possibly be a spy, but we can't afford to discount.