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He grunted, glared briefly at Brook then turned to walk away. “This really sucks,” he called over his shoulder.
“You’re being so strong,” Brook said as she set her hand on my forearm. “So stoic. How do you really feel?”
I shrugged. “Shitty. This whole thing is so shitty. A rat in a pot of sauce. I’ve been trying to tell myself that it was an accident, or some sort of twisted joke. Maybe we were the only ones who were supposed to see the rat, not the dean and certainly not his committee.”
“But…?” Brook said.
“But I don’t think it was an accident or a joke.”
“What do you think it was?”
“Sabotage. There’s no other explanation for it.”
“That’s a pretty harsh accusation,” Brook said. “Who would do such a thing? One of the pledges? It doesn’t make sense. Why would they tear their own house down?”
I cupped her face and kissed her, needing to have something good in my day. But for all the softness and sweetness of her lips, I remained stressed and frustrated.
“I gotta go,” I said.
“Bishop,” she said, grabbing my hand as I walked away. “I’ll see what I can do to clear your name.”
I smiled at her. “You’re a sweetheart and I appreciate it. But I don’t want you getting mixed up in this.”
“I hate to see you in pain like this.”
I kissed her. “You’re a saint, you know. A real saint. No wonder I feel the way I do about you. You’re the only person in the world that I can trust… and that I love.”
She smiled. “Tell me what I can do to help you.”
“Just keep your eyes open,” I said. “Someone in this house is trying to destroy the Saints.”
Chapter14
Deacon
It was almost midnight, and the House of Saints was quiet and still. No doubt some of the pledges were in their room quietly studying for one test or another, but no one was wandering the halls or getting a snack in the kitchen or watching the late show in the living room.
I glanced at Brook lying beside me in her bed. Beautiful with her tousled hair fanned out on the pillow, she was the image of pure innocence.
After Bishop’s unexpected departure, we’d had an impromptu tutoring session that had ended up going on for hours. Hot, heavy, sexy, crude and at times downright vulgar… just the way she liked it.
“Where did you learn to fuck like such a god,” she’d said as her gaze danced across my chest. “You know just how to drive me crazy and make me want you more and more.”
Her words were enough to get me hard again, get me wanting her again. My body ached for her, even though I knew I shouldn’t. Even though I knew how wrong she was for me… I just had to have her again and again.
“With Rector and Bishop gone,” she’d said after one particularly raucous fuck. “Should I be worried about you deserting me, too?”
I’d smiled lovingly at her. “Don’t worry about me. I won’t be leaving the House of Saints any time soon.”
Looking at her now, so peaceful and angelic as she lay there, I wondered just how far she would push this ruse. The innocent, sweet, and loving saint?
I slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes and left her bedroom, heading out into the hall to get dressed.
With my shoes in my hand, I tiptoed down the stairs and out the front door. Only then did I put my shoes on.
The campus was completely deserted. The cool night air and moonless night didn’t invite many outdoors.
Walking briskly, I headed to my destination. I reached the door and listened. All was quiet inside and only a dim light in the entrance was on.
