“Naw. I’m not bitter. I’m just horny. Stuck in this fucking school with a bunch of rich girls who don’t know how to fuck properly. It’s already starting to make my balls ache. And fuck knows how long it will be before I can go and find a woman who knows how to be rough enough for me.”
“How exactly do you know that the rich girls can’t give you what you want?” she asked, striding towards me with her hips swaying and her long hair spilling over her shoulders. “When you claim not to screw any of them to find out? Or is that just some new rule? Did you actually sleep with all of them and come up with that when you realised the truth?”
My lips twitched and I almost fucking smiled because that look in her eyes wasn’t blind hatred. I had enough practice studying her expressions to understand that much. No. It was jealousy. Pretty little Tatum Rivers thought I’d had my wicked way with half the girls she sat next to in class and it was eating her up inside.
“Naw,” I replied in a low voice, moving a step closer so I could look down at her as relief spilled through her gaze before she could lock her expression down. “Not all of the girls. I still haven’t had you.”
Jealousy, rage, maybe even a little flash of hurt shone in her eyes before she forced herself to snort derisively and roll her eyes. And after the emotional wringer she’d dragged me through, I was happy at the thought of wounding her, even just a little.
“Well, sorry to be a disappointment. But I’m not going to let you complete the school set.”
“That’s okay, baby, because I wasn’t asking to.”
I turned away from her and pulled the door wide before heading out into the light drizzle that had been persisting all day.
I strode away down the path and Tatum cursed behind me as she struggled to get her boots on.
Three sets of footsteps followed me out and I glanced over my shoulder to find Saint joining us too.
“I didn’t think you liked my hobbies?” I teased him as he buttoned his tailored coat and smoothed out an imaginary crease.
“I don’t. I’m heading to Ash Chambers tonight.” He gave no further explanation, but that was fine. If he wanted to go all Phantom of the Opera over there and play piano in the dark to freak people out as they passed the building then he could have at it.
When we reached the main path, Saint peeled away from us and I led the others up the track and into the woods.
The sound of the crowd spilled through the trees as we headed up the hill and the light of several bonfires soon joined it.
“What is this, a party?” Tatum asked.
“Better,” I replied.
We stepped through a thick patch of trees and suddenly found ourselves in a wide, rocky clearing up on the side of the cliff. There was a stunning view of the lake to our left if you could be bothered to make the trek up here during the day, but I was more interested in the nocturnal activities which were regularly held here.
I hadn’t actually attended a fight night on campus this year at all. They lost their appeal midway through junior year when I realised that the kids here couldn’t offer me a real challenge in a fight. Sure, I liked winning a lot and beating the shit out of people to do it. But I needed it to be difficult. Whaling on a kid half my size who couldn’t even punch as well as my mom got boring fast.
But with no chance of leaving campus any time soon, I was going to have to return to the school fights to get my fix of bloodshed.
Although I’d come up with a few ideas to make it more challenging for me.
A hush fell over the crowd of gathered students as eyes fell on me from all around the clearing and the guys who had come here to fight realised they were in for an ass kicking.
I noticed several Unspeakables lurking in the shadows too. These kinds of informal gatherings were the only places they could go and have some semblance of a normal social life without having to wait on me and the other Night Keepers as we didn’t tend to show our faces. Tough shit for them tonight though. It seemed like a good opportunity to remind them all who ruled them too. Since the corn syrup and tampon attack, we needed to lock down any rebels and fast. We still hadn’t found out who’d done it, but when we squeezed a name from the right throat, that fucker was going to rue the day they were born. And if I could prove it was Tatum then all the better.
I clicked my fingers and three of them rushed forward to serve us.
“We want drinks,” I growled, sneering at Deepthroat as her gaze flicked towards me. “Not from you, though,” I added. If I even saw that girl standing in the vicinity of a drink intended for me, I’d toss her over the cliff myself.
Freeloader and Pigs hurried off to get our alcohol but Deepthroat lingered. “I love your coat, Tatum,” she said, offering my girl a smile.
“Fuck. Off,” I snapped, throwing my arm around Tatum before she could respond and tugging her away from that vile skank.
“Gah, why are you such a fucking, dick, Kyan?” Tatum groused as I tugged her through the crowd. “Just because the poor girl used to have a crush on you, doesn’t mean you get to slut shame her for the rest of her fucking life!”
I barked a merciless laugh and Blake shot me a dark look which reeked of
