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“Shut your fucking mouth,” Gideon snarls, leaning forward all menacing like.
Morgan’s face goes pink when she realizes her slip. Her hands clench and she takes a deep breath before starting again. “You don’t have all the power like you seem to think you do.”
Fielder tilts his head. “But as far as this school is concerned, we have the majority of the power, Bettencourt. Soon we’ll have even more.” He motions at me with one hand. “Rosalind is going to challenge Julie.”
My mouth pops open and Merritt lets out a little sound of surprise. I glance at her and see her eyes are as wide as mine must be. What the actual fuck is he talking about? I shake my head, but Gideon’s hand clamps over my knee and gives me a warning squeeze, stopping my denial in its tracks.
Morgan’s eyes rake over me, calculating, and whatever she sees, she obviously finds wanting. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Good luck, trash.” She stomps away.
The four of them watch her going, while I turn to Merritt, but she’s watching Morgan, too. “She’s going to be a problem. What if she tells the elders?”
“She won’t,” Fielder reassures both Merritt and me. “I won’t let her.”
I frown. “How are you going to stop her?”
No one rushes to answer my question, but I can gather from their very serious faces that they don’t have a clear path to that. Which means Morgan will one hundred percent tell the elders and Fielder’s father about me.
The man who’d told his son to get me to leave the school by any means possible.
Fuck.
Eight
“Nope. No way. Not happening.” I dig in my heels as Gideon tries to drag me forward, toward Proctor. The boys’ dorm. Where they’ve apparently decided I should stay for the rest of the school year.
The boys’ dorm.
“You’ll be safest there,” Fielder says in a tone that implies I’m being unreasonable. For the record,I’m not.
“I don’t care. I’m not moving into the boys’ dorm.” It’s just asking for a different kind of trouble. Even though they’ve assured me I’ll have my own room on the fifth floor, nestled between Fielder and Ezra’s room. There’s just no way I’m putting myself into that position of being that close to all of them. The temptation would be too strong. “How did you even get the school to agree to that?”
Hardin pulls me back against his chest, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. “We have our ways, love.”
I want to ask if they used magic, but decide against it. It doesn’t matter anyway, because, “I’m not doing it.”
“Sweeney.”
“Harris.”
He can glare at me all he wants, doesn’t change the facts. “Can’t I just take my old room?”
“If the last few months have proven anything to you, Ro, it should be that your room is not secure. It was broken into several times.” Ezra sounds apologetic about it, like it was them that did it, that tore up my things and painted a threatening message on my wall, even though I know now that it wasn’t them.
“At some point the elders will find out that you’re here. That we didn’t convince you to leave-”
“Actually, youdidconvince me to leave,” I mutter and Hardin kisses my temple, the metal on his lip ring slightly cold against my skin.
Gideon continues like I hadn’t interrupted him. “When they find out, they will come looking for retribution. They’ll come looking for you.”
“We’ll feel better having you close to us, love. At least until we get you trained up enough to defend yourself.”
I scowl at all of them, except Hardin because he’s behind me, but I direct a scowl-like thought in his direction. He laughs. “She doesn’t look happy about this, does she?”
Ezra’s lips twitch as he shakes head. “Not in the slightest.”
I sigh and scuff the toe of my boot on the path. “It’s just… what are people going to think? I mean, they’re already talking because…“ I motion at all of us. “We have this weird thing going on. This is only going to make it worse.”
Gideon cocks a brow at me. “This weird thing? What do you mean?”
