Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Two?”
He circles once more, biting his lip as though he’s enjoying the view of seeing me unravel.
“Three? C’mon, thief, give me a number, and I’ll make you see the stars above before I bury you.”
“You’re insane,” I growl.
I try to shove him away, to no avail, as my arms are still lodged firmly behind the pipe he’s holding onto with just one strong hand.
“Do you feel this finger, twig?” he says, a chaotic-looking grin on his face. “I could kill you with just this one. So that makes you insane for stealing from someone like me.”
I don’t think I want to know how he’d do it.
He adds another finger, and I struggle to stay upright while my knees begin to buckle.
“Now, are you going to fucking tell me the truth?”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, trying not to let it affect me, but it’s hard, so damn hard, when he’s touching me exactly the right way while those green eyes bore a hole into my head to keep me from running.
It’s as if my mind no longer belongs to me.
“Oh, we’ll definitely get to that fucking part if you don’t tell me what I want to know right fucking now.”
The door suddenly opens, and a girl stands frozen in the doorway, staring us down like she walked in on a murder, and I don’t think that’s too far from the truth.
Silas pulls his fingers away from my slit, drops the pipe, and immediately walks away, but not before throwing me a final glare. “I’ll see you soon, twig.”
His tongue dips out to run along the top of his lip like he’s still tasting me. A final lick of the dessert he will devour when he gets the chance.
I gulp as the door shuts behind him, and the girl grabs my shoulder. “You okay?”
I don’t want to involve her in this. Those boys are way too dangerous.
But damn, I’m lucky she came in.
Even though I’m in complete shambles just from the way he touched me.
“I’m fine. He was just messing with me.”
But I’m not fine.
My heart has never beaten faster than it did just now.
I can still feel the wetness he left with those ruthless fingers, still feel his filthy tongue on my skin, leaving a mark of death.
Like a threat …
A promise to ruin me.
CHAPTER 4
Max
I lean back against the wall near the main exit of the building and check my watch, breathing out a sigh. They were supposed to be here ages ago. What the hell are they doing?
When I look up again, Silas storms through the hallways, and people actually move aside for him only because they fear being run over. And if there’s one thing you want to avoid, it’s being in Silas’s way.
“You left me!” I lament.
“Oh, get over it,” Silas barks over his shoulder.
“Nice to see you too,” I retort. “Hope it was fun.”
He smacks his fist into the door. “That twig thinks she can get away with it.”
Already at the nicknaming stage? That’s quick. He must really hate her.
But … why?
She’s gorgeous and smart and so very cunning. How does he not immediately fall in love?
We head outside into the sun. Well, it’s more like me following Silas as he rampages around campus, but I like following him and Heath around.
Speaking of …
“Do you know where Heath is?” I ask.
“No. Haven’t seen him.” Silas fishes his phone from his pocket and starts tapping away. “He should’ve been here. I almost had her.”
“Almost.”
He looks up at me and shoots darts with his eyes, making me sidestep. “Maybe ask me to help next time.”
“Why? So you can fawn over her good looks again?”
I stand stupefied underneath a tree in the grass.
A smug grin spreads on his face. “Yeah, I saw you looking at her.”
“No, I—”
He taps my chest. “Don’t go denying it now. I know what I saw. I’d recognize that look anywhere.”
“What look?”
I shriek and nearly jolt up and down from his sudden voice behind me. “Fuck, you scared me.”
But when he places his hand on my shoulder, it immediately calms me.
“Relax. Want one of these pills too?” he muses, showing off the new bottles he got.
“So that’s what you were doing,” I mutter.
“Gimme that.” Silas snatches them from his hand, pops off the lid, and takes at least two.
“Wow, wow, calm down with the pills, bro,” Heath says. “My dealer only wanted to sell me three of these bottles. Talk about being squeezed.”
“Silas is on edge because he talked to a certain thief today,” I say.
“What?” Heath’s fingers dig into my shoulders, and it suddenly doesn’t feel so nice anymore. “Who? Where?”
“Ivy fucking Clark.”
Silas nearly crushes the bottle of pills before Heath finally snatches it back from him.
“A girl?”
“She was missing a fucking hearing aid,” Silas says. “It has to be her.”
“But …?” Heath raises his brow.