I pull up the “add contact” screen, type in a bunch of random numbers, tap finish, and hand the phone back to him.
“There. But don’t call or text now, because the other students will think you’re trying to hit on me,” I say.
“Oh yeah. No, of course.” He clears his throat.
“Bye, see you later,” I say, winking as I sashay off like some damsel he just saved.
He won’t ever speak to me again, because I don’t want him to. His job is done now.
None of these cops will matter because they’ll never catch me in the act. They would never dare to dream of turning me into a target, and I don’t intend to let them. I just have to evade them long enough for them to disappear, while I focus on the only one I’m truly interested in. Atreus Foley.
I pull out my phone and add his number to my contacts, then walk toward the Skull & Serpent Society building. I knock on the door and wait for someone to open.
“Sunny?”
“Move,” I bark, as I waltz right past them, my heelsclick-clackingon the hardwood floors.
“What are you doing?” the guy behind me mutters, but I ignore him. “Sila—”
I slam my hand in front of the fucker’s mouth before he can finish. “Don’t. Call. That. Name.”
The guy panics.
“Just tell me where my brother is.”
When I remove my hand, he whispers, “Which one?”
I roll my eyes. “The lanky one. With the glasses. Likes to get in everyone’s business.”
“You mean Elliot?”
“That’s the one.”
“He’s in the kitchen,” he says.
I shove him aside. “Thanks.”
I head straight for the kitchen and wait as Elliot slams the fridge door shut and glares at me. “Sunny. What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” I reply, stealing the last apple off the counter so I can take a bite.
“Hey, I was gonna eat that,” he says in an affronted manner.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” I say, still chewing on a piece. “I need you to do something for me first, though.”
He narrows his eyes. “What’s in it for me?”
“Apples.” I hold it up and smile.
He raises a mistrustful brow and doesn’t say another word.
“All right, all right, I’ll help you get a date.”
His eyes widen. Guess I struck a nerve. “No takebacks.”
I take another bite of his apple. “Fine. Deal.”
“What do you need?”
