“Thirteen…” she whispered, quietly. “Please, who’s—”
“Me,” I interjected. “It was me the whole time. You and me. Why else do you think we were the only ones who could get in? Don’t you think it was convenient that you could sneak out of your dorm that night? Heck, he encouraged me to ask you out that first night. We were his puppets.”
“He’s dead.”
“I seem to remember making that argument, but I think someone said, ‘We must purge his influence. This can never happen again.’ Well, you purged me just fine. There’s just one more to go.”
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