“What the hell are you doing here?!” I covered my breasts and my crotch with my hands, looking around for something to put on. Klaus threw me a towel, but I didn’t feel like he deserved a thank you. “Did you do this? Oh my God, did you know about this?”
“No, no, no! Mila, why would you think that? I’d never do something like this. Not to you, not to anyone else. Not to my worst enemy. You have to trust me.”
I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and through the jumble of thoughts filling my mind, one was louder than all the others: Find out who did this. Take revenge. I had no idea how I could take revenge on the culprit (or culprits), since I didn’t have any powers or special skills, but logic wasn’t my first concern at this moment. I wrapped the towel tighter around my naked body and pushed past Klaus.
“Don’t worry, sis, I’m not interested in what you have there.”
I rolled my eyes. Sure. That didn’t mean I felt comfortable with my gay friend seeing me naked. Was he my friend, though? He hadn’t stood up for me last night. I approached the bed carefully.
“I don’t understand. Why would anyone do something like this? Why do they hate me so much?”
“Well, they’re dead, at least.”
I cocked an eyebrow. Klaus was right. The cockroaches were dead. Disgusting as hell, but dead. I let out a deep sigh of relief. My skin was still itchy from having touched them. I was probably allergic, but who wouldn’t be? At least I knew they hadn’t crawled all over me as I was sleeping, and I’d only had some in my pajamas because I’d tossed and turned all night.
“Can you help me with this?”
Klaus shrugged. “Sure. Piece of cake. I’ll just teleport them somewhere outside.”
“You can do that?”
“Girl, I can teleport myself. Kind of. Doing it to a handful of dead cockroaches shouldn’t be a big deal.”
“How did you get in my room, anyway?”
“I magically picked your lock, of course.”
He winked at me and proceeded to clear my bed of the disturbing insects. He lifted his hands in the air, furrowed his brows, and focused. One minute later, my bed was cleared.
“There are some in the bathroom, too. And maybe on the floor.” As he did his thing, I started thinking. If Klaus could pick my lock so easily, that meant any other mage could do it. “Lorna,” I said. “I’m sure it was her. She either got into my room while I was sleeping and dumped them on me, or she teleported them in like you’re teleporting them out now.”
He sighed. “Makes sense. Although, Lorna and I are not the only mages around here.”
“So far, she’s the mage that hates me the most. Although, fuck knows why they’re all so against me. By the way, how’s your room?”
Klaus gave me a pitiful look. “You know… nice.”
“Ugh!” I took my uniform out of the wardrobe. “They gave you one of the big, luxurious ones, right?”
“Well, that’s the custom.”
“Then why did I get this dump?” Okay, I was exaggerating. It was far from a dump, but it irked me that it was so lame and poor compared to what the others had gotten.
“I don’t know, really. Maybe because you’re the only girl in the VDC and they hadn’t expected to have to prepare a… mmm… girly room?”
“Seriously? That’s the lamest explanation you could’ve come up with. You know what? Nevermind. I’ll find out today.”
“How?” There was an edge to Klaus’s voice.
“I’ll ask Headmaster Colin.”
“Oh, okay.”
“So, why are you here?”
He fidgeted for a second. “I wanted to make sure you’re alright. Also, I thought it would be a good idea to take you to breakfast. You can sit with me and my Cabal.”
I huffed. “I doubt they’ll let me.”