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I grab a handful of candy and stuff it into my mouth. As the hours pass, the hazy memories of last night become even more distorted. But I could still remember how turned on I’d been by it all. It was the drugs, whatever aphrodisiac Cade had pumping into the air and added to our drinks, but it felt real.
My skin grows warm as I remember watching the girl moan and writhe against Ashton as he touched her. It’s so fucking messed up, but I can’t stop myself, walking my fingers down my stomach.
I’d wanted it to be Bexley… when Cade had started touching me, I’d imagined it was him.
I press my thighs together, trying to tamp down the confusing sensations rushing through me.
I hate Cade. I do. But my body betrayed me last night.
Leaping off the bed, I hurry into the bathroom and splash my face with cold water.
“What the hell am I doing?” I mutter to myself, frustration bleeding from my words.
I feel like I’m losing my damn mind, all thanks to a guy who wants to hurt me and a guy who wants to hate me.
Just then, a knock at the door startles me. I didn’t text Sasha back about hanging out, but maybe she decided to take matters into her own hands.
When I yank open the door, though, all air leaves my lungs. Because it isn’t Sasha at all.
It’s someone much, much worse.
21
Bexley
The last thing I wanted to do today was go to class and risk seeing that motherfucker’s face. But I knew I didn't have a choice.
Skipping would make it look like I was running away. Hiding. And like fuck is that happening.
Plus, I needed to see Mia. I needed to know she was okay after last night. I needed to ensure he didn't go after her once we'd left and done… I shudder at the thought of him touching her again.
She might have enjoyed it, he might have tipped her over the edge, but it wasn't welcome. And it certainly wasn't welcome while I was witnessing it.
Anger swirls around me like a vortex as memories from last night flash through my mind.
After sending Alex back to his dorm to continue sleeping off his hangover and dying in his own mortification, I reluctantly grabbed my books and headed to class.
But Mia never showed.
They did. The King and his fucking sheep.
Thankfully they didn't talk to me. The closest we got was Ashton shouting some suggestive comments about the night before, but I walked straight past them with my head held high and my shoulders squared. It'll take more than his big fucking mouth for me to show any shame about what went down.
I was challenged to abstain, and I passed with flying colors, so they can fuck right off.
They don't need to know how it damn near killed me to watch Cade with Mia like that. I lock the feelings down and fix my mask into place.
By the time my last class of the day lets out—a class she should have been in—I'm more concerned than I want to admit.
What if they spiked her and something happened? What if he hurt her? He's sure fucking capable.
Instead of heading for my dorm building, I head in the opposite direction across campus toward where I hope she's hiding.
Thankfully, her dorm is empty when I walk through the communal area. The last thing I need is to be seen here. I have no idea who her dorm mates are or if any of them are in the Electi's back pockets. I've been lucky so fa
r, being able to slip in unnoticed, but I know my luck is going to run out at some point.
Sucking in a breath in the hope it'll tamper down all the emotions that are raging inside me, I lift my hand to knock, but my cell buzzes in my pocket.
