Clarabell's POV
Tucked into my locker like it belonged there, the invitation came in a stylish black envelope. The thick, pricey paper was embossed with gold lettering that said:
Consider this an invitation to talk things out. Midnight on the rooftop of the Meridian Hotel. Come by yourself. No funny business. Don't worry, I don't bite– if you don't want me too.
Alexander Gray was at the bottom, signed with a graceful flourish.
A feeling of dread ran through me, and my fingers clenched around the paper. I knew I had to go, so it wasn't a question of whether I would. All I needed to know was if I could do it without Ryan noticing.
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Ever since the incident at my mum's with Ron, Ryan had been watching me closely. Although charming at times, his protectiveness was also oppressive. It
