Garrett paused for a second, then said, “If you’re really that uneasy, just head back for now. Once I finish the antidote, I’ll bring it to you myself.”
Iceblade nodded. “Yeah, if you’re not feeling up to it, go on home. Chris and I can handle things here.”
Connor just snorted. “I’m not leaving without the antidote.”
Running back now would make everyone think he was scared of Jackson. As if. Lydia was his and only his.
Meanwhile, Lydia had no idea that Jackson’s little stunt of following her had set off this whole mess. She was too busy being happy about her uncle’s promotion to Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Kylie called her, saying they should go congratulate him over the weekend. She also suggested Lydia take a look at their grandparents while they were there. Their health hadn’t been great lately, and Lydia had promised to check on them, but the timing never worked out.
That evening, Lydia got a message from Malcolm, the Secretary-General of the Inspectorate Division. It read, [Ms. Norwood, there’s a small assignment tomorrow night. Are you free?]
Lydia thought it over and replied, [I can do it. I have some materials to give you too.]
On the other side of campus, Lucinda had just gotten word about William’s promotion and the upcoming celebration at the Robinson family’s place. She was glowing with pride.
Her roommates noticed right away. “Lucinda, why are you so happy? Is your boyfriend coming to pick you up this weekend or something?”
The mention of her boyfriend made Lucinda’s smile falter for a split second.
Hannah, worried she’d said the wrong thing, hesitated before asking, “Did I say something wrong, Lucinda?”
Lucinda quickly recovered. “No, it’s nothing like that. My mom told me my uncle got promoted, and this weekend… I’m supposed to bring my boyfriend to the celebration.”
“That’s awesome, Lucinda! What did he get promoted to?”
The news wasn’t public yet, so only people close to the family knew.
And when that day came, she’d just tell everyone that Lydia showed up and stole Connor away from her.
The next night, Lydia left campus dressed in all black, keeping a low profile. She headed to the parking lot and drove off to her appointment.
Barely a few minutes on the road, she noticed someone tailing her again. She narrowed her eyes. Seriously? This was getting old.
But whoever was following her was good. Well trained, definitely not some rookie. With traffic as bad as it was, she decided not to bother shaking them. She’d see who it was soon enough.
About half an hour later, she pulled up at the Royal Hotel. Malcolm had sent her the address himself.
She had just stepped out of her car when she heard a voice behind her. It was unfamiliar, but there was something about it that rang a bell.
“Miss Norwood, fancy running into you here.”

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