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“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” I make it sound like a joke when I couldn’t be more honest. Now is not the time to explain that I work for a dangerous criminal organization named the Wolves, and that their modus operandi revolves around one simple sentence.
A wolf’s face is the last thing you see.
We are deadly and silent. We work under the radar, and if someone learns of us being part of the organization, they die. Plain and simple.
I don’t want Haley to die.
She laughs at my statement and I change the topic, bringing it back to her.
“So, Miss Haley Stewart. You’re a virgin. Well, were.” I glance at her, smiling before I turn back to the pan as I pour the egg mixture in it.
“I’ve been at Holy Rose since freshman year. What did you expect?” she snorts.
Focusing on cooking, I press my lips together not to grin like a happy idiot. I own this girl. Truly.
“You escaped at the end of sophomore year. Anything could have happened. I guess you were too busy being stabby and all.”
I look at her just in time to see her blanch. “I didn’t manage. But he was an old teacher here, so I suggest you watch your back.” She tries to make it sound comical, but there’s regret in her voice. And fear.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
Giving me a pinched smile, she looks down at her naked thighs. “Yeah. Can we talk about something else?”
While the eggs cook, I step away from the stove and to the side so I’m right between her legs.
“Haley.”
“You know my name and I don’t even know yours.” She smiles sadly, obviously trying to move on from the topic. “What’s your name?”
“Roman.”
“That’s nice,” she says, her head still down.
“Haley,” I insist. I grab her small waist with both my hands. They’re so big I could break her. “Look at me.”
When she doesn’t, I squeeze, forcing her to. She looks up, tears shining in her eyes.
“Don’t ask. Please,” she rasps.
“Why did you try to stab that man?”
She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes and denying me an answer. But it comes to me anyway. He was an old teacher. And she ran away right after getting a teacher fired. One who she said had touched her inappropriately.
My hands tighten around her. So much that I hear her gasp before I realize how hard I’m holding her.
“He touched you,” I snarl, anger spreading in my blood.
She shakes her head again. “Ms. Moore said it was a lie. I think…I think she’s right.”
“Haley,” I snap at her. One of my hands leaves her waist to grab her by the jaw and pull her head up. She’s forced to look at me and the tears are cornering at the edges of her eyes. “Did he touch you?”
I see the truth before she even attempts to nod.
“Tell me,” I insist. “What did he do?”
She tries to talk but a sob wrecks her chest. “No,” she cries. “Please. I was wrong. Ms. Moore said I made it up.”
My forehead falls against hers. “Just tell me what happened,” I whisper. “Please.”
