Chapter 91: Collar and Secrets
(Ethan's POV)
If Mason's death was an earthquake for Crestwood, the leather collar around my neck was a tsunami. Faint letters were embossed on the leather, but no one dared to look closely enough to read them.
I walked into the AP Literature classroom and tossed my bag onto the desk next to Scarlet's seat. The girl sitting there looked up blankly. When she recognized my face, panic seized her. She scrambled up before I even opened my mouth.
"D-Do you want to switch seats?" she stammered, shoving her books into her bag.
I nodded, flashing a smile that was a little too bright, a little too sharp. "Yeah. I do."
By the time Scarlet arrived, the seat change was official. I leaned my elbows on the desk, narrowed my eyes, and waved.
"Morning, desk-mat
