The Glass Ballerina Who Danced On Knives

The girl that died

"Okay." My head was spinning, but I forced out one more word. "Thanks."

"People at this school are like fairies in Celtic mythology," Trinity chimed in lightly."You shouldn't thank us unless you want to owe us a boon."

I wasn't sure how to reply to that, so I said nothing. Trinity didn't seem to take offense. As she and Thea led me down a long hallway with old class portraits lining the walls, Thea filled the silence.

"We're not so bad, really. Most of us anyway. As long as you're with me, you'll be fine."

That rankled. "I'll be fine regardless," I told her.

"Clearly," Thea said emphatically. That was a reference to the money. It had to be. Didn't it? Thea's dark eyes roved over mine. "It must be hard," she said,studying my response with an intensity that her smile did absolutely nothing to hide, "living in that house with those siblings."

"It's fine," I said.

"Oh, honey." Thea shook her head. "If there's one thing the Hawthorne family isn't, it's fine. They were a twisted, broken mess before you got here, and they'll be a twisted, broken mess once you're gone"

Gone. Where exactly did Thea think I was going? We'd reached the end of the hallway now and the door to the headmaster's office. It opened, and four boys poured out in single file. All four of them were bleeding. All four were smiling. Xander was the fourth. He saw me—and then he saw who I was with.

"Thea," he said.

Trinity's pov

Thank god Xan had popped out. Thea wouldn't bring it up around him, because he would tell Avery the truth.

The day whirled by, and pretty soon it was lunch. I usually eat outside, or with Xan, but today I headed for Thea's table.

"Trinity, how kind of you to join us". Thea commented, her voice practically oozing.

"Don't even think about bringing her up."

"Anyway, I heard you only got three hundred K."

"It doesn't really matter."

"The boys got even less, huh?"

Me and Thea have an interesting relationship. I suppose the most fitting term would be "frenemy". Always one-upping each other. But no matter how much I hate her, we are too much alike to be enemies. Hyper competitive. Manipulating. Intelligent. Won't take anyone's sh!t.

"That's not important. What is, is that you won't tell Avery about Emily."

"Really want to keep those skeletons buried huh?"

I'd had enough of this sh!t. Without looking back, I left my lunch and headed for the library.

Avery pov

Eventually, I managed to find the cafeteria. There were maybe two dozen people eating. One of them was Thea. She nudged a chair out from her table with her foot.

She's Zara's niece, I reminded myself. And Zara wants me gone. Still, I sat.

"I'm sorry if I came on a little strong this morning." Thea glanced at the other girls at her table, all of whom were just as impossibly polished and beautiful as she was. "It's just that, in your position, I'd want to know."

I recognized the bait for exactly what it was, but I couldn't keep myself from asking.

"Know what?"

"About the Hawthorne siblings. For the longest time, everyone wanted to be them, and everyone wanted to date them. The way they look. The way they act." Thea paused. "Even just being Hawthorne-adjacent changed the way that people looked at you."

"I used to study with Xander sometimes," one of the other girls said. "Before..." She trailed off. Before what? I was missing something here—something big.

"They were magic." Thea had the oddest expression on her face. "And when you were in their orbit, you felt like magic, too."

"Invincible," someone else chimed in.

I thought about Jameson, dropping down from a second-story balcony the day we'd met, Grayson sitting behind Principal Altman's desk and banishing him from the room with an arch of his brow, Trinity hacking into my phone. And then there was Xander: six foot three, grinning, bleeding, and talking about robots exploding.

"They aren't what you think they are," Thea told me. "I wouldn't want to live in a house with the Hawthornes." Was this an attempt to get under my skin? If I left Hawthorne House—if I moved out—I'd lose my inheritance. Did she know that? Had her uncle put her up to this? Coming into today, I'd expected to be treated like trash. I wouldn't have been surprised if the girls at this school had been possessive over the Hawthorne boys, the boys possessive over Trinity, or if everyone, male and female, had resented me on the siblings behalf. But this...This was something else.

"I should go." I stood, but Thea stood with me.

"Think what you want to about me," she said. "But the last girl at this school who got tangled up with the Hawthorne brothers? The last girl who spent hour after hour in that house? She died."

Trinity pov

Avery came into the library looking rattled. Oh god. FML.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Who's Emily?"

Goddamn Thea. "A girl." I said tightly.

"A dead girl." shot back Avery.

"A monster, a mastermind, a girl my brothers loved."

"Brothers, plural?"

I changed the subject "How was your little tête-à-tête with Jameson last night?"

"Funny, Xander called it the same thing."

"I guess he did."

"What does your letter say?"

Great, now she's changing the subject.

"I haven't opened it yet." I lied. I didn't want to share that letter with anyone, let alone a girl I had known for three days.

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