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"What happened last night?"
She glances at me over her shoulder, her makeup smeared from whatever debacle we went through. A lick of fear fills her eyes, and it immediately puts me on edge. "You really don't remember?"
I shake my head.
She turns around, her eyes sliding from my feet up to my messy hair. We both look wrecked. Fucking obliterated. "There was something… or someone, in the library with us."
I frown. "What?"
She pulls her hand out of my hold. "I don't know. We slept together." Her cheeks pinken, and it nearly makes me laugh. "And then there were books flying off the wall and the door was locked, and we couldn't get out."
"The door was unlocked when I woke up." I narrow my eyes at her.
"Well, it wasn't last night!"
"So, what? We couldn't get out, so we decided to snuggle on the floor?" I don't care what kind of shit I'm trippin' on, that's not me. I would've never—never—agreed to fall asleep on the floor with some chick next to me.
Most of all, my stepsister.
Her eyes fade out, like she's stuck in a dream. "There was some… figure, or something, in the room with us. It was coming after me, and you pulled me out of the way." She glances down at the ground, sadness and terror paling her skin. Her eyes lift, and they're glistening, filled with oversized tears. "It got you, Malik. Whatever it was, shot straight into your chest."
I blink. "What?"
She lifts her hands, hesitantly reaching out and grazing her fingers along the gnarly bruise on my skin, right between my pecs. "Right there. It… went inside of you, I guess. Right there." She takes a step forward. "You really don't remember any of that?"
I stare at her. She sounds like she believes the words coming out of her mouth. The look in her eyes is full of horror, like whatever happened traumatized her. But her story? Unbelievable.
Castle Pointe may be filled with some creepy shit. But a black figure sliding into my chest?
I step back, and her hand drops, falling to her side.
"Next time you want to fuck your brother, you'll need to come up with a better story than that, baby. Just a heads-up for next time, I don't snuggle." I slip around her, her trembling body barely contained as I head toward the stairs.
"I'm going to take a shower. Better get ready for school if we want to make it on time," I shout from the stairs.
The sound of glass shattering reaches the top of the stairs, and I smile, knowing we're back to being enemies again.
29
VERA
There's something wrong with him.
He looks sick.
I glance down, the decorative plate laying at my feet in large shards. I'm sure I'll get chewed out by either Samuel or my mom, but I don't care. Malik is a douche.
I kick a shard of glass when I hear the shower turn on upstairs. The asshole is so careless that he can sleep with me, treat me like shit, and go about his day like nothing ever happened?
I don't want anything out of him either. I don't want to date him. I don't even care if I ever sleep with him again, no matter how earth-shattering it was. But even as I think the words, the lie burns in my gut.
Malikconsumedme.
The way he held my body and took what he wanted. He is such a man, not at all like the guys from Fargo. The guys back home, their bodies were slim, their muscles undefined, their facial hair soft, childish.
Malik is a different species. He and his friends are brutally attractive, their faces sharp, their jawlines rough with scruff. Everything about them screams trouble.
Malik, though, he screams something on a completely different level. One look at him and my alarm bells ring.
