"It's come to my attention that you were the one who pulled the fire alarm," Birch said, seated behind his desk, a hard, disappointed look in his eye.
What?
My heart began hammering violently against my bruised ribs.
I looked around the small office Birch had led me to, trying to steel myself. "Why'd you do it?" His brown eyes pinned me in place.
"I—I—" The words died in my throat.
I couldn't admit to anything. If word got back to my mate, I'd be expelled before sunset.
"I didn't, sir," I lied, hoping my voice sounded more convincing than it felt.
"Someone said they saw you pull it." He leaned back against his chair, arms crossed.
How was that possible?
I thought I'd been so careful, that the chaos had covered my tracks completely.
I gulped, my throat suddenly dry. "No, I—"
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