So, he was calling the girls to know.
To give him anything. Any scrap of information, any whisper of gossip, any half-remembered detail about the woman who held his fate in her probably perfectly manicured hands.
He couldn't just waltz into the Dean's office without a strategy. Might as well attempt to seduceavolcano by complimenting its eruptions.
Hey there, beautiful. Love what you've done with the lava. Really brings out the death and destruction in your eyes.
Yeah. No.
Phei knew nothing about her. Less than nothing. His surveillance had failed, his research had turned up empty, and his usual methods of gathering intel were about as useful as a chocolate teapot in this situation.
The girls, though.
Maddie. Sierra. Delilah.
