“Well, it looks to me like you’re about to break into a female-only house without explaining why, which doesn’t look that good, to be honest.”
He grumbles and pulls out a badge. “Detective Foley. I’m here for an active investigation.”
“Into what, might I ask?”
“That doesn’t concern you.”
I fold my arms. “No, but I think the dean may be interested in this, so I will give him a call.”
The second I bring my hand down to my pocket, he grabs my arm, forcing me to stop. “Do not interfere.”
My eyes narrow. “Or what?”
We have a short stand-off, but I’m not easily impressed by bullish behavior. People laugh at me all the time for being loathsomely fancy as hell, and it still doesn’t stop me from being exactly who I was meant to be.
His eye twitches. “You’re part of her admirer club, aren’t you?”
“Who?”
“Sunny Reed,” he hisses.
I snort. “Sunny has plenty of admirers. Now are you going to release me, or do I have to call the cops on a cop?”
Finally, he lets go, and I pat down my skin to get rid of the indents.Eugh. “Thank you.”
“Do not get in my way again,” he barks.
He sure has a death wish, looking for Sunny with that attitude.
“Whatever. Do you even have a warrant?” I ask, completely unbothered by his threatening stance.
His nostrils flare, and he points at me. “Mark my words, I will find her.”
He marches off, absolutely fuming, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be back later, because he’s obviously found exactly what he’s looking for.
Detective Foley surely has a stick up his ass.
That, or he’s in dire need of a good pegging.
Sunny
When Levi opensthe door to his bedroom in the Phantom Society frat house, he just stares at me for a few seconds without even saying a word.
“Aren’t you going to say hi?”
He winces. “How did you get in?”
Such brotherly love.
I smirk. “Told some boy he could see my boobs if he let me in. Easy.”
He frowns and looks at me suspiciously. “Okay …”
“Look, I need your help.”
“How?” He folds his arms. “Don’t tell me you need me to kill someone.”
“No, I can take care of that myself for now, thanks,” I reply, walking past him so he finally closes the door, and our conversation isn’t broadcast across the house.
