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Not happening.
“I do understand that, Ansel,” I smile sweetly, pulling my arm away. “And I look forward to being a part of The Order without resorting to whoring myself out to the guy in charge.”
He falters when I say the quiet part out loud.
“Have a good night,” I mutter, sliding open the door and stepping back into the party.
I wasn’t really planning on going home yet. But suddenly, that’s exactly what I want to do. The wind outside is getting viciously cold, and now I’m kinda bummed out. Plus, I’ve managed to go this long without having to face Alistair and his wrath, and it might be time to go before I push my luck there.
I spot Demi, who I came here with, on one of the couches talking closely to a gorgeous Korean guy. I grin at the blush on her face: Demi’s been crushing on Bang Jin-hu since freshman orientation. His family is one of the most notorious Kkangpae crime families in Seoul, and he’s also apparently a really nice guy. So when I catch Demi’s eye and arch a brow, she just nods.
That’s our unspoken code for me asking if she’s okay with me leaving, and her saying yes.
I grab my too-light jacket and step out of The Penthouse. It’s a lot quieter out in the hallway, away from the music. I push the button for the elevator, listening to the wind howling outside, wishing I’d brought a better coat.
The doors ding open, and as I step in, I hear the party music get louder for a second and then quieter again, followed by the sound of the door to the suite closing. The elevators doors begin to shut, and they’re about three inches from fully closed when a hand reaches through the opening.
“Hold that door?”
“Sure,” I reply, shoving a hand out to push the doors apart.
A tall figure wrapped in a black leather jacket with the collar flipped up slips through the halfway open doors. He slides in just as the doors shut again, shoving a hand through his wild brownish-blonde hair.
“Thanks for?—”
He turns to me just as the doors shut.
Fuck.
Me.
The smile evaporates from Alistair’s face as his eyes land on me. He whips around, but the elevator has already rumbled to life and we’re starting to descend.
“You,” he snarls.
I swallow. “I—I’m sorry?—”
“For almost ruining my life?!” he spits. “Wow, that means a lot. Go fuck yourself, princess.”
He turns his back to me, shaking his head angrily. He brings a bottle of whisky up to his mouth, taking a big pull.
I frown.
“Look, for what it’s worth, I wasn’t the one who reported?—”
“A lie?” he snarls, half glancing at me over his shoulder. “No, your fucking roommate did. Gee, I wonder where she got that lie from?”
I wince. “It was fucked up, I admit that.”
“Fantastic. Still no fucks given over here.”
I glare at his back. “Okay, what I said was hugely exaggerated. But you did break into my dorm room! You could have walked in on me changing, or?—”
I shriek as the elevator suddenly comes to an abrupt stop, the lights flickering. The motor whines and makes horrible grinding sounds before going utterly silent. The lights flicker off and on one more time, then turn off completely.
The elevator goes pitch dark.
Holy fuck.
