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The way he froze at the sight of me. The way he took another long swig before handing the bottle back to Apollo. His eyes never leaving me. What I did see was the way his upper lip twitched like he was just itching to say something unpleasant to me.
I didn’t know what it was about me. He was the only person I knew who hated me. Well, the only person who hated me for some inexplicable reason that wasn’t simply because I was Apollo’s girlfriend.
“Yo, did you hear me?” Apollo asked, whacking Valen’s arm.
Valen nodded and finally pulled his eyes from me. “Yeah. Just seen him.”
Apollo nodded as he took a drink. “Lovely. So, we done?”
Valen nodded. “We’re done. Fender’s got everything organised back at school.”
Apollo smiled. “Good. Good.” He looked over and found me. He kicked his head. “Come on, then. We, at least, get to leave.”
Triss and Exie muttered under their breath, and I gave them an apologetic smile.
Exie waved a hand. “We’ll no doubt be let off the leash in an hour or so.”
Triss nodded. “Like keeping us here is going to actually make Archer Callahan more likely to do business with them,” she scoffed. Most days, I felt like the way our fathers did business wouldn’t make sense even if we were allowed to know about it.
“I’ll see you back at school,” I said.
They nodded resignedly.
“See you then,” Triss said.
Apollo was waiting for me at the door to the billiard’s room, his jacket over one arm, the bottle of Cognac in his hand, and his other hand outstretched for mine.
“Thank God, that’s over,” I said to him as I took his hand, and he drew me under his arm and into his body.
He kissed my head with a chuckle as we headed for the garage. “One litre of rainbow ice cream is waiting for you.”
Chapter Four
Back at Saint Benedicts, it was a different story.
Valen opened the car door for me. It wasn’t politeness, it was to remind me how powerless I was. I was nothing but a weak woman who wasn’t to get her hands dirty to the point I couldn’t even open my own door.
I glared at him as I stepped out of the car.
“You’re welcome,MissVanguard,” he said sarcastically with a ripple of a snarl at his lips.
“Ugh, thank fuck that’s over,” Apollo laughed as he climbed out of the front passenger seat.
Just like that, the flip was switched.
Gone was the golden child, Apollo Callahan, and in his place was the God of Saint Benedicts. The other man I hated.
The Saints took anything and anyone they wanted. Apollo Callahan was no exception. He’d been groomed from the moment we’d stepped foot on the hallowed grounds of Saint Benedicts to take his rightful place as God. A title handed down from one rich arsehole to another, Apollo had taken the mantel the year earlier. The strong, compassionate boy I’d known and loved had been slowly smothered into nothing more than a tiny, flickering ember by the entitled, ruthless man I saw before me.
Valen still had one hand on the car roof and one on the door, boxing me in.
I ignored the flutter of my stomach – and lower down – and frowned. “Do you mind?”
He sucked his teeth as his eyes dropped. From that vantage, he had a pretty decent view. “Not really.”
Apollo laughed. “Valk, stop being a dick and let her go. Harlow’s had plenty of that for tonight,” he said suggestively. “She needs to go to bed.”
There was always someone telling me what to do.
