I didn't have the energy to stop and tell any of them what I knew. My brain was completely fried.
Everything I had thought was true had turned out to be false. And Ivy being stalked as well? That
was a curve I had not remotely considered.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to my room. Ivy Slade was sitting in my desk chair,
facing the door, her legs crossed at the knee and her arms crossed in front of her.
"Oh, good. You're here," she said, getting up and brushing right by me to slam the door and
sequester us in. "You and I are long overdue for a chat."
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"So!" Ivy said, striding into the center of my room before turning to face me. She tilted her head to
the side. "I hear you think I killed Cheyenne.""They told you I was the one who turned you in?" I
asked, stunned.
"No. Of course not. But the Easton PD isn't exactly a crack outfit," she said sarcastically. "I
overheard at least five different people mention your name. So, what? Please tell me what you
think would ever motivate me to kill the best friend I ever had."
I turned away from her and unbuttoned my coat with trembling fingers, stalling for time. What
was I supposed to say to the girl?
The truth. It was clearly time for the truth.
I slipped my coat off, shivering in my flimsy dress, and faced her. We were a mere two feet away
from each other, thanks to the tight quarters.
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/> "You're the one who told me how much you hated Billings," I explained. "It was so obvious that
you blamed Noelle and Ariana and Cheyenne for your grandmother's death. I figured you finally
got your revenge. Plus you're always talking about how Noelle is going to get what's coming to her
and how you're going to bring us all down. You threaten my friends every chance you get!"
Ivy laughed and shook her head, as if I were just so naive. "That's just talk, Reed."
"Yeah right," I snapped back. "You have done a few sketchy things since I've known you, Ivy.
Ostracizing Easton from the Legacy, trying to take down our fund-raiser. Come on. How was I
supposed to know those threats were empty?"
She actually appeared to be pondering this. Seeing my point. She reached over to my dresser and