"Whitty," she said, "if Anya brings Natalia to you, I suggest you play along. Let them think you're buying it. Play it out with them to the end."
She glanced at him. "Sometimes the final act gives you more than you expected."
"If Landon's motivation were only jealousy, he wouldn't go this far."
"The way he hates you—there's something else underneath it."
Andres agreed. He wanted to dig deeper too, to find out whether Landon's obsession with undermining him was really as simple as envy.
After everything that had happened lately, Andres thanked her—genuinely.
"Maeve. Thank you. You've worked so hard to help me."
Maeve waved it off. "Don't mention it."
They'd slept together. That had to count for something. When she could help, she wasn't going to stand aside.
The "murder case" Maeve had engineered—clean, believable, perfectly timed—earned her several days off without suspicion.
During that time, Renfield Yates issued a formal apology on behalf of the university. He admitted he shouldn't have fired her in the heat of the moment.
Maeve, he announced, was one of Aethelburg University's finest students—also a brave young woman who'd acted to protect others.
Having a student like her was the university's good fortune.
Whether Renfield meant a word of it didn't matter.
If he wanted Orca Group not to pull funding, he had to swallow his pride.
And once he'd lowered his head, Maeve finally offered him a way to save face.
On Monday, she returned to campus on time.
Several groups of students saw her and greeted her first.
Mateo Fulton walked up with a grin. "I thought you'd decided you were done with classes forever. You finally remember you've got a bunch of old classmates who worry about you?"

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