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Biba turned her head to peer at me over her shoulder, giving me that pouting, pleading look that nearly made me explode. It was like she had been waiting for me.
Just before I started thrusting into her, my eyes flew open as I snapped out of my fantasy, shooting down to see a visible ridge in my workout shorts. If only that fantasy was real. I would’ve worshipped her perfect body all night long, making her explode over and over again. That thought made my cock throb desperately.
I hauled myself off the workout bench, needing to get rid of my erection before someone saw. I headed to the locker room to take a shower, turning the water on ice cold to take away the heat coursing through my body. With a sigh, I ducked my head under the cold spray, feeling the water drip all down my body.
I wanted to see Biba so badly. It was torture not being around her, but we both had our own problems to deal with. I just had to believe that we would eventually run into each other again. It was dangerous seeking her out on purpose. Who knew who was watching?
I ran my hands through my hair before lifting my head out of the water, only to notice that it was still dark. The lights were off in the locker room. I glanced around in confusion, wondering if the power went off. At least, I hoped that was the case.
Suddenly, the shower curtain was thrown open. I didn’t have time to stumble back before a masked figure lunged at me, wrapping a towel around my head. The fabric was pulled tight around my face, blocking the air from going into my nose or mouth. I was being suffocated!
I tried to yank the towel away from my face, but the masked figure made his way behind me, pulling the towel toward him. The lack of oxygen made me panic at first. I couldn’t die like this. I couldn’t die at all!
Feeling a surge of adrenaline, I threw my elbow back, jabbing the masked figure in the stomach to knock the breath from him. That loosened his grip enough for me to throw myself forward, breaking the towel from his hands. I crashed into the shower wall, but I quickly rebounded, scrambling out of the shower.
The masked man rushed after me, wheezing to try to catch his breath.
I took advantage of his winded state and grabbed his black jacket. With a shout, I shoved him to the side, making him crash into one of the lockers. Part of me wanted to beat on him some more for attacking me in the shower of all places, but I didn’t want to risk being killed.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself as I hurried out of the locker room. I didn’t even feel safe in the academy any longer. If someone could try to kill me in the locker room, they could try to kill me in the dining hall, my room, or a classroom. I wasn’t safe here.
I darted through the school’s hallways, ignoring people’s confused or amused stares and comments. Not daring to slow down or look behind me, I burst through the main doors and ran as fast as I could, heading off-campus and finding the only road to the village. I didn’t want to leave Biba behind, but I needed to disappear.
If they tried to kill me once, they would try again, and I wasn’t going to give them the opportunity to.
CHAPTER 19
ZEPHYR
Despite the luxurious suite with a beautiful view of Porto that I got to stay in for this weekend, I still chose to hide out in the shower with my thoughts. I needed to relax. There was even a masseuse setting up her table and materials out in the main room of the suite. But how could I relax when Sol was going to die tonight?
No matter how enraged I was with Sol and his plan to kill Biba, my stomach still churned at the thought of him being killed. I hadn’t ever ordered a murder before. Even if it was possibly necessary, it still didn’t feel right. It felt dirty to turn on another King.
That was why I was hiding out for the weekend, distancing myself from the action as much as I could. I knew that Arvo was going to carry out his plan any minute now. He was far less affected by this than I was, but Arvo wasn’t emotionally affected by many things. Perhaps I needed to harden up more so that my sympathy couldn’t be turned into a weakness.
Hopefully, time away from the academy could help clear my mind. I needed to sharpen up before I walked those halls again because shit was really about to hit the fan. Things were already fucked up because Biba and I were over with. That struck me like a punch to the gut every single day.
