Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I shake my head. What the hell am I doing thinking about Melissa’s room when there are two, apparently crazy-psycho convicts on the run?
“I’m sure they’ll be caught soon,” I say it to try and convince myself. But I don’t think either Laurel or I actually believe the words.
She swears under her breath. “Fuck, I hope so. It’s Halloween. This is like a fucking horror movie plot. This article say these guys are real maniacs too. Like, dangerous and shit.”
“And next up, it’s Candy!”
I jerk, my head whipping around to look at the stage. Somehow, I’ve missed “slutty unicorn,” aka Sarah, being auctioned off, and it’s already my turn. Also, I hate that name, Candy. That name was only used before…when it was used as a term of endearment, not a silly name the sorority sisters call me to make fun of my trash upbringing.
“Get up here Candy!” Melissa jeers into the mic.
“Do your thang, girl!”
I smile weakly at Laurel, and get up. I pad across the stage, shivering under the onslaught of roaring frat boys and cheering sorority girls.
“A date with Candy! One of Sigma’s newest girls! Why don’t we start the bidding off at—”
“Five grand.”
My eyes dart across the room, but the man’s voice is in the back somewhere, shadowed.
“Five thousand!” Melissa crows back. “Do I hear—”
“Six!”
One of Thad’s buddies, Sean, grins at me. He’s been creeping on me ever since I pledged, and there is nothing nice in that smile of his.
Melissa “Six thousand—”
“Seven.”
Sean scowls, and when another voice calls out seven and a half, he whirls.
“Fuck off you guys,” he drunkenly belts out over the crowd. “Eight!”
“Ten.”
It the same dark, deep, booming voice from the shadows at the back of the room. And I shiver at the rumbling ominousness of it.
“Ten!” Melissa parrots. “Sir, could you come forward? I’m having hard time seeing you and we do need to see that hand go up for the bid!”
There’s a murmur amongst the toga-wearing Caesars and jersey-wearing football players and shirtless zombies as they part. And slowly, two shadows step forward into the light.
And my core tightens.
Not one, two. There’s two of them, both dressed as werewolves, with masks and everything. They’re both wearing these plaid button up shirts, unbuttoned and sleeveless, and my eyes dart down across rippling muscles and coiled biceps. I swallow, glancing down at my little red riding hood outfit, and I cringe.
Two wolves, and here I am dressed like this.
“I said ten,” one off them growls, his voice booming.
I try and figure out who they are. Actually, I can tell I’m not the only one. After all, most people aren’t wearing masks. But they are, and I have no idea who they are. I’m guessing they aren’t in Thad’s frat, or else they wouldn’t be betting against Sean.
Sean sputters. “Fuck off dicks,” he flips off the werewolves before he turns back to me, his eyes narrowing. “Eleven G’s, Melissa. Hit that gavel and lemme get my dick wet!”
His buddies roar into cheers, and I cringe, pulling back from the front of the stage.
Uh, no. That is not what I signed up for. I signed up for this whole stupid auction because I knew it brings in money to the sorority, and as a new pledge, I wanted to help. Especially since most of them still treat me like I’m in hazing.
But that? Getting bought so he can…uh, no. Not a fucking chance. Especially not with me being…
Well, let’s just say that if they knew that about me, the price would be higher. A lot higher. I shiver.
“Twelve.”
This time, it’s another of the two wolves. They’re not betting against each other though. They’re betting like they’re a team.
…Like they’re betting together.
That thought makes me shiver even more, even if it brings out this dark side in me I’m not sure what to do with.
“Get fucked” Sean hisses. “Thirteen!”
I back away from the front of the stage and Sean’s sneering look even more, but Melissa suddenly yanks me back into the spotlight.
“Stay,” she hisses in my ear before turning and beaming into the crowd. “The bid is thirteen—”
“Fifteen.”
The first wolf raises his hand.
Holy shit.
There’s a murmur in the crowd. This is now officially the biggest bid of the night so far.
Sean seethes, his brow darkening. And suddenly, I’m even more worried about him winning. I’m worried about him finally winning and then taking out all that rage on his face on me.
“Seventeen,” he hisses. “Quit fucking around, shit heads. She’s mine.”
“Twenty.”
Sean whirls, fury on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?!” He whirls back to Melissa. “Get these fucks out of—”
“The bid is twenty.”
She smiles sweetly at Sean. And I watch as even Thad chuckles and shakes his head, patting his buddy and murmuring in his ear. Sean swears again.
“Twenty-one—”
“Twenty-five.”
One of the wolves answers Sean almost instantly, and the room almost goes quiet. Melissa’s jaw drops.