“I won’t allow it.”
Foley’s jaw clenches. “Step. Aside.”
Shit, they’re gonna fight over me, and if that happens, all gloves are off. Our families against the institutions that ground the people in their make-belief that their society is safe and protected from criminals.
If this happens, it’s jail for everyone, and I don’t want that to happen for any of my loved ones, including my goddamn uncle. No one has to fight my fights for me.
I grab Felix’s arm and say, “It’s fine. I’ll talk to him.”
“You don’t have to,” my uncle replies.
There’s no other choice if I want to keep him from being killed, or worse … thrown in jail.
“I want to,” I reply, narrowing my eyes right back at Foley.
Let’s see where you want to take this, Foley.
Uncle Felix glances at me over his shoulder and blinks a couple of times, as if he wants to ask me whether I’m sure about this. But there’s no way around this. Foley has found me, and he and I know we have far more to discuss than a simple disappearance on campus.
I am his stalker. And he has been such easy prey.
I step forward. “I’m ready.”
Detective Foley clears his throat and steps back from my uncle. “We’ll take this somewhere private. Come with me.”
I follow him out of my uncle’s office and glance back at him over my shoulder to wink.
Just to make him feel reassured, that’s it.
I’m pretty sure, after all of this is said and done, I will be the one to rise.
Because men are so easy to manipulate and control … I don’t doubt I can wrap Foley around my finger.
A vicious smirk forms on my face as we both walk down the long hallway of the third floor and head down the stairs, ignoring all of the other students gawking at us with their mouths wide open.
No one expected me, the killer queen on campus, to come willingly.
But I have always had a trick up my sleeve.
One they will never, ever, see coming … until it’s far too late.
“You’re awfully quiet for someone who’s about to go to jail.”
I snort. “You’re not taking me there.”
He refuses to look at me while we go on our delightful walk of shame through the entire main building of Spine Ridge University.
“I will refrain from putting cuffs on your wrists … for now,” he says.
“Aw, and I was hoping I could convince you by saying ‘cuff me, Daddy.’”
He throws me an utterly annoyed glance, and it lights my heart on fire.
God, the way he loathes me and craves me at the same fucking time is magnificent. I love it.
We walk toward the main doors, and I keep wondering when he’s going to officially arrest me, but it never happens.
“Do you think you can keep up with me once we’re outside?” I mutter. “I’d love to go for a sprint.”
