“You want to work in the ER,” Faith said, fake gagging. “I want to save real lives.”

“Yeah,” Devon drawled, “murdering scholarship recipients for a miniscule chance to get their spot is going to be an excellent topic for your med school interviews. I can see it now. ‘I wanted to be a surgeon so badly I killed a few of my classmates.’ Really well done.”

He hissed. Lia jerked, scared that Faith had hurt him.

“I’m fine,” Devon said quickly, and Lia knew it was for her benefit. “You’ll be a great surgeon but your bedside manner needs work.”

But Lia’s heart wouldn’t calm.

“So what?” Faith slammed her hand against the benchtop. “I’m going to do real things. Important things. Who needs another vet? A communications major?” She snorted. “And Cassidy didn’t even know what she wanted. At least Georgia had plans, even if they were bad ones.”

“Had?” Devon asked. “What did you do?”

Lia swallowed. Her hands fisted at her sides, fingers trembling till she clenched them tight.

“What I tried to do to you, but neither of you cooperated. Well, this is fun, but I have a schedule to stick to,” Faith said. “I assume Lia is here doing something stupid like recording me for later. Unless you have a gun, you should just come out.”

Lia licked her lips and stood. She let her sleeve fall over her hand to cover the safety scissors. Faith waved at her with one hand, and her other held the knife to Devon’s thigh. He glanced at her and shook his head. Lia shrugged.

“He’d survive that,” Lia said.

Faith snorted. “You should’ve paid more attention in biology, but you being here makes this easier.”

“Because I killed him?” Lia pointed to Devon.

Faith nodded. “Of course.”

“Okay. Sure.” Lia laid her hands flat against a desk, the scissors biting into her palm. Anger and fear flooded her veins. The knife wasn’t real. She just had to remember that the knife wasn’t real. “You’ve been banking on the scholarship for years, and if Abby, Cassidy, and Devon don’t take them, one will fall to you, sure. But why Ben and Georgia?”

“Oh my God, you’re impossible.” Faith tilted her head back and shook it. “I had to kill Ben so that May would turn down her scholarship and to throw the cops off. It’s not like he was doing anything. Georgia, same. Mostly. I think she scored higher than me.”

She had finally said it.

“You think?” Devon spat.

“Why the messages?” Lia asked. “Why make me look like the killer?”

“Because you’re jealous, obviously. You’re an easy target. Poor little Lia Prince stuck in the shadow of her brother and jealous of all her smart friends ruining the one thing she has,” she said. “And honestly, that journal makes you look like a killer anyway, scholarship angst or no.”

“You really think you earned it?” Lia asked.

Faith lunged, pulling the knife away from Devon and pointing it at Lia’s throat. “I am worth it. I’m a Franklin. I’m a legacy. I earned this, and then Abby came in and got it without even trying. Devon’s fine—was fine—and all, but, I mean, but emergency medicine? Really? You might as well be a medical examiner for all the worth you’ll be. You don’t even know what you’re doing! I’ll be enough. I am.”