Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
It was one thing when Killian joked about having a body count. I don’t know why. I guess he was up front with me literally from the moment we met about who he was and what he was involved with, but it didn’t feel scary.
This feels scary.
The guy I’m living with may have gone out with his friends last night and burned down a fucking house full of sleeping students, and I really don’t know how to process that.
Unless…
I suppose it could be a coincidence.
It feels like I’m reaching, but I look over at the girl and ask anyway. “Did they say what started the fire?”
She shakes her head. “They don’t know. There will be an investigation and I’m sure they’ll figure it out, but it just happened last night, so obviously the story is still developing.”
And then there’s that.
What if they get caught?
Do I want them to get caught?
I feel like no, but I haven’t adjusted to the news yet. I need to take a beat. I need to think…
“Do you want to grab lunch?”
I blink at the girl who looks back at me brightly.
Lunch.
I guess I was just about to head to lunch, but that was before my world got turned upside down.
“Let’s do lunch,” she says, smiling and forcing me up off the bench. “You need a little fresh air, and it’s about lunchtime, right?”
I nod woodenly, but I’m lost in my own thoughts as I follow her.
I see Killian texting at the seminar last night.
I see Hex standing out in the hall, glaring at me.
I see Killian looking back at me without a word before he left.
I see him returning home in the middle of the night and deciding right then that he needed to fuck me.
Was it really some emotional need, or was it something else?
Maybe he knew I was going to find out about something really fucking violent he did last night, and he wanted to make sure I’d invested enough in him to overlook it.
He didn’t want me to come to school today, either.
He knew I would find out if I came to school.
Yeah, he told me he and his friends would handle the Rho Kappas, but I didn’t think he meant like this. I even remember wondering if he was doing anything at all, and now I feel really fucking stupid for that.
And now at least two guys are dead, and I don’t know which ones. Were they the guilty ones, or just a couple of guys unlucky enough to live in a frat house with a pack of assholes?
Vanessa orders us poké bowls, but I hardly pick at mine.
She chatters enough for both of us, so my silence doesn’t seem to matter.
She tells me more about the fundraiser the Zetas are hosting for the Rho Kappas this weekend and asks if I want to help out. I can’t think of anything I’d like to do less, but I also feel partially responsible for this, so I tell her sure, to sign me up.
We exchange numbers and she tells me she has to get to class, but she’ll touch base with me Friday.
I don’t even realize how late it is until she’s leaving, then I realize I need to get to class, too.
I get myself there and try to get my head in the game. I get out this week’s book and try to read it, but it’s no use.
I get myself in my seat in the classroom when I’m supposed to, and I sit there for two hours, but at the end of it, I couldn’t possibly recall a single thing that was said.
When class ends, I leave, and I would never have remembered I was supposed to meet Stacie on the bench outside, but thankfully she’s already there and the sight of her jogs me out of my trancelike state.
“Hey,” I say, taking a seat beside her on the edge of the bench.
“Hey,” she answers back, but she doesn’t sound happy to see me.
“How are you?” I ask automatically.
She shoots me a look and doesn’t answer. “Where’s your phone?”
Her question is unexpected, so I frown. “My phone?” I take it out of my purse and hold it out. “Why do you need my phone?”
She powers it off, then hands it back to me. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re fucking a Blue Blood, and I wouldn’t put it past him to monitor your phone.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s it? Oh?” Her dark eyes are wide, her eyebrows rising in anger. “You went to a frat house over the weekend and came home wearing some guy’s shirt and telling me I was right about Kyle but not sharing details, and since then, some random guy broke into our fucking apartment and another group of guys—two of whom I’m pretty sure are part of some secret society of fucking psychopaths on campus—also burst into the apartment, all while I am vulnerable in my goddamn bed, Brynn.”