Elaina's POV
My throat became dry as I listened to the audio again. An evil smile appeared on Oliver's face when he saw the look of realization in my eyes. How I'd totally missed it the first time would forever remain a mystery to me. But now that I had listened to it again, realization hit me with the force of a moving truck. Oliver had doctored the recording to leave out the parts that would only be suitable for his evil plan.
The part where he'd asked me to make a false confession against Professor Matthews had been edited out, leaving only parts where I indirectly admitted to a relationship with him.
“You…you're not going to use that,” I stuttered, struggling with the words.
“Oh, I am,” Oliver said intently. “This goes to the Dean unless you give in to my demand.”
I flashed him
