Astrid Voss.
I froze, the name hitting me like a slap. My breath caught in my throat, and my mouth moved soundlessly before I found my voice. "What…?" I whispered, my eyes wide with horror. "No. That can't be right. You must be mistaken."
Kieran didn't blink. He just stared at me with that same unreadable expression, arms crossed, his gaze cold and certain.
"No," I said again, firmer this time, though my voice still shook. "Astrid, she's cruel, yes. Cold. Apathetic as hell. She watches people die like she's flipping through a boring book. But she wouldn't… she wouldn't actually kill someone herself. That's not her style. She doesn't get her hands dirty. She lets others bleed while she sits behind her fancy desk and blames the rules. Perhaps, the person I saw superspeeding out of the cafeteria was a student, a male student"
"Believe what you want," Kieran said casually, "but the scent on that bloodied fabric doesn't lie. It was her scent. Unmistakably Astrid Voss."
