Her roommate was just gone. Abruptly, just like that, on graduation night; Kennedy had to admit she was going to miss the big grumpy guy. She hadn't gotten around to rearranging the room yet, either, because it was mildly depressing ( Read more... )

No one was at the door to let Kennedy in when she got home, which wasn't surprising, and she was fine with that since it meant she didn't have to deal with her stepmother right off, and that was just fine. She'd just finished getting dressed and flopped down on her bed when a soft knock sounded at the door to her rooms, the kind of knock she could ( Read more... )

The slap of the manila folder hitting the table in the east wing drawing room echoed off the walls and ceiling, but you got used to the echoes in a house with a lot of space and nowhere near enough people to fill it up.

"Another fight, Kennedy? What were you thinking? No, before you answer that, here's a simpler question: were you even thinking ( Read more... )