Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 73

(Angel's POV)

I woke up and felt my skin buzzing from last night. My face felt warm and I couldn't stop myself from blushing at the memory of Thomas and me on the porch of all places. We had been so reckless. How had we not been caught? My mind replayed the way his hands moved and how his lips felt on mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. I hadn't expected Thomas to be that good.

I slipped out of bed and tried to act normal, but every inch of me felt like it was humming with electricity. My thoughts raced as I wondered how Thomas, the quiet and mysterious guy I never thought I'd be close to, could make me feel that way. I caught my reflection in the mirror when I splashed cold water on my face. My cheeks were still flushed.

Hande was rummaging through her stuff and humming to herself. She suddenly stopped and turned to me with a smirk.

"Why are you so red this morning?" Hande asked and raised an eyebrow. "Did something... happen?"

I froze as my heart raced again, but I forced a laugh. "What? No, nothing happened," I said and waved her off, hoping she wouldn't push further.

Hande wasn't convinced. She stepped closer and tilted her head like she was inspecting me for clues. "Come on, Angel. You're practically glowing. You can't fool me."

Before I could think of a way to change the subject, Dilara, who had been sitting quietly on her bed, looked up and said, "It's Thomas, isn't it?"

as panic gripped me. Darn Dilara always being observant. But how the hell could she guess

hooked up with Thomas," Hande said and snickered,

room. "Nah, I always thought he was into guys. Have you seen the way he

accent was thick as she added, "Oui, Thomas et Hendrix... zey always fight like

no idea how right Dilara was, and the thought of anyone finding out made

something else, I was left alone in the room. I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that troubled me. Then it hit me. The

the spot where I had been hiding it ever since Hendrix and I stole it from the West Wing. My heart sank into my stomach. The journal wasn't

pillow aside and checked under the bed frame, flipping

mind raced as I tried to figure out where it could have gone. There was only one person who would dare take it-Ava. She had done it once before, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again. But I had no proof. I couldn't

huge loss. That journal held all the damning evidence about the center's twisted operations-Hendrix's fake illness, the surgeries, and Dr. Joe's dark experiments. If it got into the wrong hands, we were all in

couldn't let the others know-not yet. Not until I figured out what Ava was up to and

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(Ava's POV)

noise around me, but I barely paid attention. My mind kept circling back to the journal and the mission I had been tasked with. I always knew what was expected of me, but lately, the lines between right and wrong had started to blur. Dr. Joe was evil, and I had done things I wasn't proud of. Things I swore I'd never do. But it was all for my family, for my mom. I had to pay off her