The Ivy League Curse

k at them. The betrayal was a raw, open wound. Chloe, who he' d trust

school' s back gate, wh

d, his voice hoarse.

t look up. "

mind raced. His mom was the only blood family he had left, and she was a

ingly compassionate. "Nah, kid. If you feel th

overheard, a part of him still felt that connectio

rcus used strange-smelling oils and muttered words Liam didn't understand. It felt like his skin wa

h. He then produced a near-identical fake

eal watch in Marcus'

gnarled fingers surprisingly deft. He dismantled parts of the watch, reassembled them with other sm

a watch anymore. It was a unique

ng it to Liam. "Give it to someone

nd Chloe by her locker

g to sound normal. "I,

rprised. "Lia

good luck charm. For your art school appl

id you get it?" She held out her wrist, and Liam fast

aid, his voice carefully neutr

eaming. She hugged him.

ke watch heavy on his own wrist, feeling nothing bu