Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She opens her mouth to protest, but he’s already gone, stalking off the campus.
I look to Lachlan, but he only shakes his head and sighs. “Wish to God I could put you on a plane and take you home, but here we are. So off you go.”
Aisling walks beside me. “I don’t understand, Fiona.”
I shake my head. I don’t either.
“Parents or guardians only past this point,” a cheery-faced greeter at the door says.
“I’m her guardian,” Lachlan says, and for some reason, my belly clenches at that. I think his definition and the school’s definition of guardian are two very different things, but it’s no matter. We’re allowed into the auditorium.
Of course he looks all around the place, and brings us to where he thinks it’s safest, at the very back, where he can watch every entrance.
I do my best to act like I’m a normal college student, just a freshman here at orientation, and I’m not sitting next to a man who’s in the Irish mob, but it seems as if I’m almost play-acting. I don’t feel like I’m just a freshman. When the dean welcomes us, and the auditorium breaks into cheers and catcalls, I join in, but it’s half-hearted. When she gives us a stern lecture about not smoking or vaping in the dorms, and reminds us of all the time and money our parents put into our education and how we can’t disappoint them, it feels as if she’s talking down to me. Such childish things aren’t even on my radar.
Once again, I feel as if I don’t belong. I didn’t belong as a child under Sheena and Nolan’s roof. But I’m not an innocent, naïve freshman either. I’m sitting beside a man who told me he owns me not an hour before I set foot on this campus.
What does that even mean? Or more to the point… what does he mean by it?
I don’t know. God, I don’t know.
The orientation passes in a blur. I watch Aisling. She’s looking all about the place with the wide-eyed wonder that most of my peers are. Meanwhile, I’m wondering where I’ll sleep tonight. In the little twin bed in my dorm room with Aisling? Or… beside this full-grown man beside me who took me over his knee and made me come?
My cheeks flush at the memory.
“Earth to Fionaaaaa.” Aisling’s got her hands cupped over her mouth. “Did you hear a word I said?”
I shake my head. “Sorry. What was that?”
“I said, come with me to the party tonight? Welcome freshmen party.” She grins.
I look to Lachlan, whose lips are thinned. He gives me one barely noticeable shake of his head. That’ll be a no.
“Not tonight,” I tell her. “I don’t know how long Lachlan’s here, and we’re going to spend the night together.” I immediately flush at my words and stammer to correct them. “I mean… I mean, what I meant to say was, I’ll be with him tonight.”
Jesus, that’s no better. I close my eyes as Aisling squeals with laughter, then open again when I swear I hear Lachlan chuckle, too.
“Why don’t you try that again, lass,” he says.
I narrow my eyes at him and stick out my tongue. When Aisling’s got her back turned, he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Keep that tongue in your mouth, lass, or I’ll give you a better use for it, aye?”
“Likely story,” I say and I roll my eyes. As if.
“Challenging me, then, Fiona?” he whispers in my ear.
Of course I am. How could I not? “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, tossing my head as we leave the main hall to get our schedules before we take a lunch break. Our schedule says after lunch we’ll meet our guides for our trip around campus.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” he says. “And we can talk about this when we get back to the hotel.”
I don’t want to squander what I have here. I’ve worked hard for this scholarship, and my best friend’s here. But a part of me wants to turn to him, bury myself in his arms, and beg him to take me home. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong there, either, though. Where do I belong?
I go through the motions, but it seems odd. Something’s off, and I don’t know what.
We meet Tiernan at lunch. He looks grim, and as soon as he can, he beckons for Lachlan to come to him. Aisling and I look over the maps we got at orientation as the two of them speak.
“God but he’s a sober sort, isn’t he?” she says, her eyes on Lachlan.
I shrug. “Not really, unless he’s concerned, which he is now.” I quietly tell her about my guard.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispers. “God, Fiona. Are you serious?”
And for the first time, her face registers real concern.