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The idea of someone just hurting her sent a red haze over my vision. “We need to find fucking RJ, too.” I knew that motherfucker was up to something.
“Here.” Jonas was there, thrusting a towel at me. “We need to stop the bleeding.” His face had gone ashen.
“Easy with her,” Ramsey ordered when I shifted my grip to take the towel.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I snapped. I had her resting against me and I didn’t give a fuck about the blood on my jacket. Soon as I knew she was all right, I’d be adding RJ’s blood to the pattern. Son of a bitch had his eye on her like he had on Kelly. I should have done fucking more.
She was definitely still bleeding and not moving. How long had we been here?
“We need to time this. I don’t know how long she’s been out already.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Jonas said, and I tracked to where he was holding her phone. “Maybe.” The screen was locked but a call failed notice popped up with the contact for campus security.
“Son of a bitch.” The only thing keeping my temper in check was the towel I had pressed to her head. If I lost it, I could hurt her.
“This is Ramsey Malone, RA, Apollo-Volusia Four. We have a security incident on the fourth floor. I need campus security and a paramedic. We have an injured student.”
She was more than just an injured student. Not for the first time in my life, I appreciated Ramsey’s grounded calm as he took over.
“We need to notify administration, and I need the fourth floor locked down,” he continued, and when I glanced at him, I found his gaze fixed on Ace. Unlike the three of us, Ramsey wasn’t in his uniform. Instead, he had workout clothes on, t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
He’d probably been lifting weights in his suite. He hated going to the gym. He’d gotten too much shit back when he was a fourteen-year-old senior or whatever. Weird how those memories drifted up from the ether. We’d been at the school then, too. Granted in younger grades, but I’d seen the crap he’d taken.
One of the reasons I made sure no one was in a position toevergive me that kind of shit. More than once, I’d gone after some of his tormentors. Nearly got kicked out of the school for it, and Ramsey ripped into me for risking my admission to the school.
“Holy shit,” Jonas muttered, and it pulled both my attentionandRamsey’s to where he stood in front of the open door to her room.
Ramsey crossed over to look inside. I wanted to see but I wasn’t moving. “What the—” He glanced back at her then at the room again.
“What?” I demanded.
Jonas turned his ashen-face to me. “Someone’s trashed it—there’s even shit on her bed.” He pulled out his phone to snap a photo then another, and finally a third before he came to me. “I’ll hold this,” he said, putting his hand over mine on the towel. I eased my fingers out from under it and then took the phone.
The images were a horror story. The room had been completely trashed. Clothing torn and destroyed. Books shredded. Paper everywhere… and the words “problem child” followed by “bitch” in all capital letters had been scratched into the wall over the bed.
The destruction was impressive and terrifying. The door pushed inward and I snapped a glare at it as security entered a step behind the pair of paramedics. They made a beeline straight toward me.
Jonas surrendered his spot as Ramsey moved to talk to greet security. Ace was still out when the paramedics had me move. Handing her over was one thing, but I didn’t move from being right there with her. Neither did Jonas. We tracked everything they did even as Ramsey went to show security her room.
“Is there any chance she could have done this herself?” one of the security guys asked.
“Done what herself?” Aubrey demanded from the open door, then she was across the room and I had to block as her gaze zeroed in on Ace. “What the fuck did you assholes do this time?”
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“Idon’t give a fuck who found her, she’smyfriend,” Aubrey soundedpissed. “She’s more than that. She’s my sisterandwe have medical power of attorney for each other.”
I was going to kill whoever made her this angry. My headhurt. The sound of her aggravated tones, pitched perfectly to carry, were a repeated punch to my brain.
“You don’thaveto like it.” Oh, Lachlan was here.
“Shut up,” Jonas said. “She knows more than we do right now.”
“Stop,” Ramsey’s tone was bullish and aggravated. The intensity in his voice dragged at me. “This isn’t helping anyone. Let them do their jobs.”
Let who…
