Chapter Six
Lyra - POV
A few seconds of silence. He says, "You know Isabel Beckett."
I heard her name back in college. I recall being a cheer captain then. A popular girl on campus. Too much gossip surrounded her; I don't even remember everything.
"I do know her," I answer in a small voice.
"She was my sister." His voice cracks, his hands trembling. "You know what happened to her?"
"No. I don't know," I answer.
Dante looks at me as if I were lying to him. Maybe the news about his sister was something most people already knew. His eyes stay on me for a beat.
"What a nerd. You have no clue about popular girl Isabel on campus." His left eye is half-lidded, a one-sided smirk pulling at his face. It makes me feel smaller.
"Campus popularity never interested me more than books did."
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