Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
I look up at the sky, searching for clouds, but there are none.
Weird.
I grab the window and shut it again, but my fingers are almost glued to the windowsill, my pupils dilating.
From the top edge of the window outside, a translucent whitish liquid slowly drips down.
I swallow as my hands begin to shake when I turn them around and look at the droplets on my fingers.
Sticky white glue.
I bring them to my nose and smell a familiar scent.
My eyes widen.
Oh God.
It’s cum.
BLAINE
“So … you’re late,” I mumble as Caleb stumbles into the Tartarus House and chucks his white mask aside.
Closing my book, I toss it onto the table next to me and get up, yawning. “How was it?”
“What?” he mutters, confused.
“The party,” I add, just as confused. “The one we just attended?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he mutters.
My eyes narrow, and I fold my arms. “You don’t know?”
“Yeah. Boring. Fine. What do you want to hear?”
I tilt my head at him. “You know …” I tap my cheek to hide the decrepit smile on my face. “I was there too, in case you forgot. You guys kind of left me there all by myself.”
“Right. You know, I did forget. Sorry.” Caleb shrugs. “Does it matter?”
“You sound awfully distracted,” I reply.
“And you were awfully busy sexing up some people upstairs, weren’t you?”
Cheeky little bastard. “I do what I do best. You know that.”
“So do I,” he retorts, making his way to the kitchen. “Are there leftovers? I’m famished.”
“Arlo left some egg sandwiches in the fridge from his trip to the store,” I say as I follow him inside.
He rips open the fridge and grabs the egg sandwich without even asking if it’s okay to eat them, and he tears open the package and goes to town on them. He eats like an animal devouring prey, unpretty, disgusting, actually.
“Can you at least use a fork? Peasant,” I say, throwing him one.
“A fork? On a sandwich?” He scoffs. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You eat like a pig,” I retort as he rams the fork into the sandwich and picks it up from the counter, shoving it into his mouth in one go. “Good God, can you get any filthier?”
“Oh, you don’t even wanna know.” He snorts a little too loud to my liking.
I sigh out loud. “Darling, what are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” he mumbles, grabbing himself a drink too.
I plant my hands on the counter. “You came home fumbling like an idiot, and you’re distracted as hell. What. Are. You. Hiding?”
He chugs down some juice and throws away the empty carton. “We found the girl.”
Now he’s got my attention.
“You know her name?”
“Oh, I don’t just know her name.” He paces around. “I know where she lives. I know what she wears when she sleeps. I know what she looks like when she plays with herself.”
My eyes widen. “What? Are you insane?”
“Yup. Definitely.” He stops momentarily to stare at me. “Don’t tell Ares.”
“But you two were looking for her at that party, right? He knows you were there.”
“Yeah, and I think he toyed with Crystal at the party.”
Crystal…
What a precious name for a precious jewel.
“Because when she got home, she got under the shower immediately and then started getting herself off in bed.”
“How did you find her?”
“Followed her, then snuck up onto the fire escape behind her sorority.”
I slap my own face and rub my forehead, but then I’m reminded it creases your skin and ages you, so I stop immediately. “You could’ve been caught.”
“I know, but I wasn’t. Well, maybe.” He taps his fingers against each other. “I may have actually shot my cum against her window.”
I burst. “What?!”
“Shh!” Caleb hisses. “Not so loud.”
“You left evidence at a crime scene, and you’re expecting me not to get pissed off?” I growl. “Darling, you should know better, honestly.”
“Fuck off with your ‘darling.’ I did what I wanted. Who are you to judge, Mr. Fucking-all-holes-he-can-get-his-dick-into?”
“I would be mildly offended if it wasn’t you who was saying it,” I spit back.
He smirks. “Then you can’t blame me for being a little raunchy.”
“Still, that girl watched us kill, and now you went over to her house and left spunk all over her window? If she calls the police, we’re done for.”
“She won’t. Not after whatever Ares did to her. Really spooked her,” he says. “Besides, she doesn’t know it was me who left that cum.”
“What if she thinks it was him, hmm?” I ask. “Ever thought about that possibility?”
“So? He wants her scared. Job accomplished.”
I fold my arms. “I don’t think it will be that easy.”
“Why not? Threaten her. Make her keep our secret, or else. She’s seen what we’re capable of now. Might as well commit to it,” he responds. “She’s the kind of girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly. There’s no way she’d rat us out.”
“I don’t know, darling,” I muse. “Something about this feels off, and it’s not going to be pretty.”