Badass in Disguise (Shadow) novel Chapter 75

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Linda’s face paled as I scrolled through my contacts, finger hovering over Felix Huxley’s name.

“Wait!” She held up her hands in surrender. “Fine. Yes, Felix gave us some money.”

I lowered my phone but kept it in hand–a silent threat. “How much exactly?”

“A hundred thousand dollars,” she admitted reluctantly. “For your academic achievements. The mayor presented it himself.”

Max’s eyes widened. “A hundred thousand?”

Linda glanced between Max and me, clearly weighing her options. The money was meant to fund my education, but with Princeton offering a full scholarship, she’d obviously decided to repurpose it.

“Fine,” she muttered, pushing back from the table. “I’ll get it.”

She disappeared upstairs, her footsteps heavy with reluctance. Frank and Max exchanged uncomfortable glances.

“Max deserves that money more than you do,” Linda announced when she returned, clutching a bank card. “He’s still in high school. You already have everything handed to you.”

I remained expressionless. “The card.”

Linda hesitated, her fingers tightening around the plastic. “I… I already used some of it. For the house renovations.”

“How much?”

“Just a little. Eight thousand seven hundred dollars.” She avoided my eyes. “For the repairs, new appliances, and… a few pieces of jewelry,”

I extended my hand. “Give me the card.”

Linda finally surrendered it, her lips pressed into a thin line. I pocketed the card without looking at

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“If you want to keep all your limbs functioning into old age,” I said quietly, “I suggest you stop treating my things as yours.”

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Linda blanched. Frank choked on his water. Max stared at me, half–horrified, half–impressed.

I stood up. “I’m going to my room. Don’t disturb me.”

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Once I was safely behind my closed door, I heard Linda’s voice in the living room: “She’s always been difficult. Not like Emily. Now that’s a daughter who appreciates her mother. Just wait until she gives me her scholarship money and that New York apartment.”

By the next morning, I’d made my decision. Linda’s false enthusiasm and constant hovering made

the house unbearable. I’d leave for Princeton a day early.

“You’re leaving already?” Max asked, watching me zip up the small suitcase Ethan had given me.

“I can’t stand another minute of Mom’s sudden ‘motherly love,” I replied, making air quotes.

“Besides, I should get settled before orientation.”

The suitcase contained only a few outfits Ethan had bought me and my laptop. I also had several

bottles of expensive whiskey from Night that I hadn’t finished.

“Call me when you get there?” Max asked, his voice smaller than usual.

I paused, looking at my brother’s worried face. “Of course.”

“I’ll miss you,” he admitted.

“You could come with me,” I offered, not for the first time. “Finish your senior year in Princeton.”

Max shook his head stubbornly. “I need to do this my way. Get into Princeton on my own merit.”

“I could arrange-”

“I know you could,” he interrupted with a small smile. “That’s what scares me. But I want to earn it myself.”

I nodded, respecting his decision even if I thought it unnecessary. I pulled out the bank card Linda had given me yesterday.

“Here,” I said, handing it to him. “For your expenses this year.”

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Max tried to refuse, but I closed his fingers around the card. “It’s yours. Use it for whatever you

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“But you earned it.”

“And now I’m giving it to you.” I squeezed his hand. “Just don’t tell Linda.”

Max hesitated, then nodded. “Will you be okay in Princeton? By yourself?”

The question almost made me laugh. If he knew what I’d been doing in Venezuela, he wouldn’t worry

about me living alone in Princeton.

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “Remember the guy who came with me at the airport last night?”

“The scary rich guy with the intense eyes?”

“That’s the one. He has people keeping an eye on things.”

Max didn’t look entirely reassured, but he nodded. “Just… be careful, okay? You’re different now. Not just how you look, but…” He trailed off, struggling to articulate the change he sensed in me.

“I will,” I promised, though I knew I was the last person who needed protection.

At the airport, I pulled out my phone and dialed Ethan Haxton’s number. He answered on the third

ring.

“Miss Morgan,” his smooth voice came through. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m at the Cloud City airport, about to board for Princeton,” I said. “Are you back in the city yet?”

“I arrived this morning,” he replied. “Do you need me to arrange transportation once you land?”

I glanced around the terminal. “Actually, I was wondering about those protection details you had arranged before. Are they still around my house in Cloud City?”

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