Page 62 of Savage Elites

Prakash tutted and shook his head.

I rolled my eyes. No such thing existed.

Sebastian turned off the engine, and I stepped out. As soon as the cold, fresh air blew across my face, harsh reality set in, and the lining of my stomach trembled.

Leopold walked around and placed an arm around my waist. “Hey, Seb. Maybe you can teach Willow the martial art of man milking, although being smothered by those substation mammary glands will squeeze—”

“Shut up,” we both snapped.

“Why?” he stepped back with an exaggerated shrug. “What man hasn’t dreamed of lying helpless while a buxom amazon seized his—”

“What’s wrong with you?” I whirled on Leopold and clenched my fists. “Can’t you think of anything else?”

“Good.” Grinning, he clapped me on the back.

“What?” my brows lowered into a scowl.

“You’re no longer terrified.” With an approving nod, he adjusted the collar of my winter coat. “Now, shoulders back, torpedoes forward, and confront that crazy bitch.”

“Thanks.” Leopold’s salacious commentary had distracted me from the sheer terror of facing a potential murderer, and the inappropriate pep talk had melted away all my anxiety. I gave him a tiny smile, ascended the entrance steps, and strode through the double doors.

We walked through the hallways in silence, and I pulled out my smartphone and fired up the recording app. As much as I wanted all three of the kings at my back while I confronted Miss Claymore, the effort would be futile. No one would slip up and admit to setting up a murder if she had an audience hanging on to her every word.

On the first floor, we stood outside her room. Sebastian placed a hand on my shoulder, making me stiffen. I still didn’t know how to feel about his withholding information about Miss Claymore for an entire term.

“Are you ready?” Prakash whispered.

I nodded.

“We’ll be outside the door,” whispered Leopold. “Any screams or thuds, and we’ll barrel in to save you.”

“Thanks.” I gave them sharp nods, indicating that I was ready for action.

After they moved out of the doorway, I knocked.

“Enter,” said the deputy headmistress in a crisp voice.

I turned the handle and stepped inside. Miss Claymore sat behind her desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. As soon as her black eyes met mine, her sour expression pinched.

“Miss Evergreen, the doctor said you could take time off school. What are you—”

“I know what you did.” My voice shook with the tiniest of tremors.

Her face paled. “To what do you refer?”

“You were in Sebastian’s room the night someone drove me off the side of the mountain.”

“Impossible, you said—”

“I saw you,” I lied.

Her breathing quickened, and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. She blinked several times as though trying to work out what to do or say next. The sight of the stern womon looking so disconcerted made my chest swell with courage. Right now, I had the upper hand, but I wasn’t stupid enough to stay within reach of those long arms.

She rose to her feet and pursed her thin lips. “You’re mistaken.”

I raised my chin and stared into her dark eyes. “And I know you’ve had an affair with Sebastian since his third year.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I suppose he told you this?”