Angry God Read online L.J. Shen (All Saints High #3)

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: All Saints High Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
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“Look, I—” I started, at the same time she began speaking.

“It isn’t me.” Her words came out in a rush.

“What?” I paused.

“It isn’t me who’s been sending you the sweets.”

“But I thanked you on my birthday. You didn’t seem confused.”

“Yes, I wasn’t. I sent you a teddy bear, and I was planning to give you your real gift later that evening. But I never sent you any sweets, Lenny. It’s just now that the penny dropped. You’ve been getting many gifts you thought were from me, but I can’t take credit for them. Can you guess who it might be?”

Could I?

It wasn’t Pope or Papa. They were both too busy with their lives, and anyway, it wasn’t their style. Uncle Harry and I were close, but not that close. This took commitment. Obsession. This took discipline and care. I didn’t know many people who were capable of those things, who would keep this a secret and not mention it.

I knew one person like that, actually.

But it made no sense at all. This dated back to our time in Todos Santos. Impossible. But then…

“As for your birthday gift, my sweet…” The memory of his voice coated every part of my body. It had been a hint.

“Lenny?” Poppy probed. “Who could it be?”

Something pricked my thumb just then, dangling from the edge of the drafting table. I frowned, sucking on the blood and leaning forward to get a better look.

A crown of thorns. Elaborate, thick, and completely perfect in every way. For my ruined sculpture. Jesus, he must’ve worked all night to make it happen. Did he even sleep?

“I have to go.” My voice quaked with emotion. “I’m sorry, Poppy. I really must. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay…you’re not angry, are you?” she asked.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I was going to give her some bad news, but I didn’t even have it in me to do that anymore.

“No, Poppy. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, actually.”

I ran the length of the corridor, down to the cellar. I had to tell Vaughn I knew, ask him why he’d done that. It was ten in the morning, and everyone was in class. The clinks of my boots thudded in the empty hallway. I got to the first door of the two leading to Vaughn’s cellar and raised my fist to knock, but I heard a familiar voice coming from inside.

“…will never forgive you. I know my niece, and she is good. Pure. Her artistic nature is not to be mistaken for insanity, as in your case.”

If I had to guess, I’d say my uncle and Vaughn were standing on the stairway leading to the second door of the cellar. It made sense. Vaughn wouldn’t let anyone see his statue.

“She’ll have no way of knowing,” Vaughn replied.

“I’ll make sure she does. Not a difficult task, I assure you, with or without my laptop. I can go to her right now.”

“I don’t care,” Vaughn said after a beat of silence.

What were they talking about? I could feel that things were tense between them yesterday, but I’d been too occupied to poke.

“Yes, you do,” Uncle Harry said through a smile I could hear. His voice was low. Mocking. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Vaughn Spencer. In love. And with a timid English rose, no less.”

My heart rioted in my chest. They were talking about me. Uncle Harry regarded me dismissively, like I wasn’t worthy of Vaughn’s affection—very unlike the Uncle Harry I knew, who’d taken me to galleries and carried me on his shoulders when I was younger.

Vaughn let out a bitter laugh. “I’m not in love with your niece.”

“You just happened to kiss her publicly?”

I could practically hear the shrug in Vaughn’s voice. “I see a lot of girls, publicly or not.”

“You let them suck your cock casually. Yesterday you were afraid I’d hurt her.” Yet another taunt left Harry’s lips. “Don’t pretend like we haven’t been keeping tabs on each other over the years. I know exactly what you do, and who you do it with. No. Lenny’s different. Plus, you aren’t the only one fond of snooping around—got a bit of quality time with your nightstand drawer while you were playing French lover. Over twelve thousand quid in chocolate and brownies in the last few months? Are you trying to kill the girl?” He let out a humorless laugh.

My stomach twisted. Everything inside me screamed to pound on the door and demand answers.

At the same time, I knew both of them, and I had no doubt I couldn’t pry secrets out of them with theatrics.

“Stay away from your niece. I mean it.”

“I don’t take orders from you. I mean that, too.”

“Screw you, Harry.”

“Almost did, lad. Almost did. It’s not too late, by the way. I like your fire.”

“When I fuck you,” Vaughn growled, low and untamed, his voice seeping bone deep, “it’s not your ass I’m going to break. It’s your spine.”


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