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“Chase her away?” I open my hands. “I only thought to tell you what happened.”
“That you saw and touched her? Feeling more of a man now that you’ve told us?” He’s glaring. “Maybe you want to go out in the yard and shout it out loud so that everyone knows? Maybe you want to beat your chest, too, while you’re at it? Does it make you feel good that you embarrassed her like that? She fucking came to help me.”
“Because she owes you,” I mutter.
“She didn’t even mention that, asshole.”
I sneer. “So what, she’s in love with you or something? Dream on.”
“Shut your mouth, Rys,” Jason says, eyes glinting with that odd amber light of his wolf. “You’ve said enough.”
Sindri chuckles, and why do I want to punch him in the mouth?
Ashton is right.Fuck. I did it to prod them, anger them, watch their fury rise to match the ugly heat I felt in my chest when Sindri and I walked in and found them like that. Jason kissing her, Ashton with his mouth on her neck. The same anger I’d felt when Jason had pulled her into his lap, when Sindri had kept her in his room.
So much fury in me, fury I’ve been swallowing down since I was a fucking kid, now a hard ball of darkness in my chest that won’t let me breathe. My demonblood pushes me to hurt, to sting, to smash.
Yet after hearing my actions described like that, hearing what Mia must feel, my fury twists into something weird. Something unexpected.
Remorse.
I hadn’t thought about what my revelation might mean for her. I’m no saint by any stretch of the imagination and it’s not like I haven’t hurt anyone, but I didn’t want to hurther.
What sort of fucked-up demon does that make me? Ashamed of hurting a girl I barely know anyway?
“I’ll go find her,” I mutter.
“Not a good idea,” Sindri warns but I don’t care what a fucking fae says. “Rys…”
I shove at him as I turn to go, and he grabs my arm. “Fucking let go.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Why, are we joined at the hip now? Did we tie the knot when I was passed out drunk? Fuck off.”
He follows me anyway, the little shit, chuckling quietly as I march down the stairs and head out into the open. What’s his deal?
“Any idea where she might have gone?” I mutter. “Maybe her room?”
“Let’s check,” he says amiably, too amiably, ambling beside me as if he has nothing better to do with his time.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” I grumble.
“Shouldn’tyou?”
“Fucking fae.” I shake my head and start toward the girl dormitories. “Always answering questions with a question of your own.”
“That’s racist,” he says with a grin. “We don’t always answer with a question, though it’s fun. So… you felt the witch up in the bathrooms, huh?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh? You announced it to all of us but it’snone of our business?”
“Butt out of it, Sin,” I growl. “You had her in your room after we left. What did you do with her?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He winks at me, and it leaves me strangely unsettled.
“I see. You did nothing.”
