Celeste's POV
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"Wait... The Dean blamed you for Miss Benedicta's death?" Willow gasped when we finally got time to see each other later that day.
The sun was already setting, painting the sky dull orange. We stepped down the stairs of one of the academic buildings leading into a joint class for Supernatural Biology—one of the only joint subjects I aced consistently.
Students filed out around us, either gossiping in corners, checking out something on their phones or up to some shenanigans with their partners.
Turning to Willow, I sighed, slowing my pace just a bit. "Did you listen to a word I said? That's... Not exactly what the Dean insinuated—"
"The man literally asked if her death could be linked to you." Willow raised a brow. "And then proceeded to leave y'all—including me—on a freaking cliffhanger. If that's not accusatory, I don't know what is."
Oh... So she was listening.
