“I heard he recently got accepted into the Tartarus House,” she says.
A delightful grin spreads on my face. “Thanks.”
As I turn around, she grabs my arm. “If you hurt him, you know I’ll come for you.”
My brows furrow as she glares at me. I don’t take threats like that lightly, but I understand where it’s coming from.
“Something tells me he likes being hunted,” I say with a wink, before I jerk free and run off.
“You’re lucky you’re Levi’s sister, or I would’ve called you a bitch,” Aspen mutters under her breath, but I heard.
It only makes me laugh.
I’m not justabitch.
I’mthatbitch.
And I’m going to get my man.
Xavier
I pulldown my horned mask from one of the first Tartarus parties I attended and seal it around my face so no one will ever know it was me. I check my surroundings before I bolt toward the wall of Sunny’s sorority and make a jump. I barely reach the ladder of the fire escape, fingers holding on for dear life. Adrenaline filters through my veins as I pull myself up and put my foot on the ladder, then make my way farther up until I’m on the small plateau. I dart up each staircase, making sure no one’s watching through their window. Everyone should be sleeping by now, so I should have more than ample time.
When I get to her room, I peer inside, my heart beating in my throat while my eyes scan the room.
But Sunny Reed is nowhere to be found.
What the fuck?
I peel open the window using a card until it’s far enough that I can push my fingers underneath to open it. I definitely should not be doing this. I know breaking and entering is wrong, but I need to know what she’s up to.
I sneak inside and glance around, then close her bedroom door so no one will catch me snooping through her things. It smellslike her perfume in here, the scent exhilarating my senses as I try to focus on the most important thing, but fuck me, that is her bed and her clothes right on top of them.
With fingers splayed out, I approach the bed and touch her outfit, already worn for the day. A pair of black jeggings and a ruffled white top, along with a red thong. My mouth waters as I sink to my knees in front of the clothes and bring my face forward so I can smell her scent still lingering all over these clothes … and kiss the goddamn fabric that was on her pussy.
Fuck.
Her scent alone makes my cock harden in my pants, and I groan out loud from the sheer pleasure of being so close to her even though she isn’t even in this goddamn room.
I’ll remember this.
I get up from the floor and search her room, opening every drawer, her closet, and every box, turning everything inside out, until I finally find a locked drawer.
I pull out my wallet and take out the pick I always carry with me. Courtesy of Ivy—Max, Silas, and Heath’s girlfriend—who gave it to me as a birthday gift, because she no longer needed it. She didn’t tell me why she had one to begin with, but judging from the stories Aspen tells, I’m pretty sure Ivy was once a certified thief.
Not that it’s any of my business.
I push the pick into the drawer and mess about with it as sweat drops down my neck.
CLICK!
That was easier than I imagined it would be.
I pull open the drawer and discover an old phone from the early 2010s.
That’s odd.
I take it out of the drawer and open it up, but of course there’s a lock on it. Facial recognition. Goddammit.
