Forty-two:
Lady Kenna
“Kenna,” Dixon hissed, “Kenna, come on. The teacher is lookin’ at ya….”
I kept my eyes closed. “Go away, Dixon.”
“Come on, yer goin’ ta get us in trouble,” he said.
“I don’t care,” I mumbled, “I haven’t been sleepin’. There’s someone that is watchin’ the apartment.”
“I’m sorry, what are ya talkin’ about?” Dixon asked.
“The pictures of Fiona and Jack,” I said, “someone was spyin’ on the two of them. Someone that wasn’t Evander. So, we have to figure out who is watchin’ the dorm room. Because I can’t sleep because someone is watchin’ me.”
“Kenna, that isn’t okay,” said Dixon, “why don’t I come over? I can help keep you safe and watch for whoever it is that’s been spyin’ on yer dorm room.”
“I don’t even know that there is
