"I locate you here in Darwin College, and a murder is trending on the headlines—what are the odds?" Alexander smirked as he stirred the wheel.
"Don't mind him, Daniel. Were you the one who killed the professor?" Xylander asked more gently, sensing Daniel's scent all over the murder premise—which wasn't a good thing.
They were on the road, and Draven sat silently while the two in front questioned Daniel about the murder at his school. He too was curious, because the timing didn't seem coincidental—something was definitely off.
"You both shouldn't even be speaking to me," Daniel muttered, turning his face toward the window. "Last I remember, we were leaving New York City without Draven, so don't judge me."
