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“So why did you want to see me?” Greta needed to know
the trajectory of this, what to steel herself for.
Priya stopped and cleared her throat. “Okay. I know you
didn’t have the best experiences with my friends, and then
your brother beat up Dylan. But”—she drew out the word—
“I don’t think it’s fair for you to be chased away from school.”
When Greta didn’t answer, Priya continued. “Look, I know
we haven’t exactly been close, but I can’t help but feel some-

thing’s not right here.” She looked at Greta, almost shy. “That
maybe you’re paying for something you didn’t do.”
She knew. At least part of it. The way she leaned forward
and peered into Greta’s eyes, trying to prop open a stubborn
gate and hold it there.
Greta looked to the people at the bar, smiling, chatting so
easily. “You talked to Rachel?”

Priya nodded without looking away. “She finally told me
their side of things. They’re all pissed about it. I don’t think
anyone else knows.”
“What I said was true.” Anger coated each of her words.
Priya nodded. “Can you tell me your side?”
Greta studied Priya’s face. To trust her or not? Part of
Greta clamored to tell her side, could hardly hold the words
back. I’m here! I’ve been cut off and made to disappear. I’m
here! The other part restrained her, held everything tight,

protected. Goddess Priya—did she bring blessing or wrath?
That was always the question. But Greta wasn’t at West
Edmonton High anymore. Why did she still protect them?
Protect them to protect herself?

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