25
Elle
The good news is that sending a mouse up Ivy’s leg was a really satisfying viewing experience.
The bad news is that I still had to watch Alec be all smiley to Ivy. Not fun.
After the assembly breaks up, Bry finds me in the passageway to the fae section of the school. She grabs my wrist. “Elle, are you all right?”
“No.”
Bry lowers her voice. “Were those your stepsisters?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you go home sick today?” She makes little quotation marks with her fingers when she says the word sick. “I’ll make some excuses for you.”
For some reason, I keep speaking in one-word answers. “Thanks.”
I march out the front door and cut across Central Park. With each step, my rage fumes hotter. Ivy and Agatha? Really? A small, logical part of my brain reminds me that Alec is probably bei
