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“Uniform?” I wrinkled my nose.
“Master Grey has already seen you receive a few,” Byron said. “You’ll get them in the morning before classes.”
“Classes?”
He stopped and glanced at me over one of his broad shoulders. “What did you think you’d be doing during your time here, Miss Foster?” he asked. “We don’t take kindly to those who’d rather laze the day away, sleeping and scarfing down food.”
I opened my mouth, ready to respond. What an asshole. I was starving. And if he thought all I did with my mom was laze around –
“Here.” He stopped in front of a door. “You can sleep here for the night. I’m not sure Master Grey has selected a roommate for you yet, and I’d prefer not to wake or disturb anyone. Be up by six tomorrow. Lily wasn’t wrong. You do need a bath.”
And with that, he turned and walked away, not bothering to look back at me.
“Good riddance,” I muttered, letting myself in.
It was only after stripping off the dirty clothes I wore and crawling into the small bed tucked in the corner of the otherwise bare room did I finally let myself cry.
Matthyw
Matthyw didn’t move his eyes from the door even after Adrya fled the room. He released a slow breath, trying to figure out his next course of action. He had come here with the sole purpose of acquiring Sally for the evening. After the job he was ordered to do, he needed to take the edge off, needed a place to put the adrenaline that coursed through his body, and a good fuck always got it out of his system.
The last thing he expected was to run into his sister.
Well. Not technically his sister. They weren’t bound by blood, but they had grown up together. He had been there for certain aspects of her development, and now…
He hadn’t seen her in years.
It was expected she had grown, but he hadn’t expected…that.
She might hide herself under an ill-fitting cloak and hood, but he knew her the way he knew the touch of his palm, the way he knew the lines of his face. She had implanted in him like a tree growing roots, and try as he might — and he was in a constant state of trying — he couldn’t shake her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Matthyw forced himself to stand and pace, hands falling to his sides. What had she been doing here anyway? Where was her precious protector, the guard she selected three years ago to remain with her always like an annoying, useless shadow that was supposed to defend her until his death? Even if she had slipped out, how could someone likeherget away without being noticed? Her father was Alpha of her pack, wasn’t he? And Adrya was his only blood child —his heir. How could she get out of that academy building with that pathetic disguise?
A knock interrupted him of his thoughts.
Probably a good thing.
He couldn’t let his anger take over. He didn’t even understand why he was angry at all. It wasn’t as though Adrya was his problem. He had no need to concern himself over her.
Matthyw sauntered to the door. He already knew it wasn’t her, wasn’t Adrya, and yet, when he pulled it open, his chest filled with the heaviness of disappointment. His lips pulled down but his eyes remained calculating on the familiar face, all sharp angles and graceful beauty Sally possessed. She arched a brow instead of moving her painted dark lips.
He scowled. He wasn’t in the mood for her games.
“And why is my prince so cranky?” she asked as she invited herself into the room. He closed the door behind him, nearly slammed it as the next words came out of her sensual mouth. “It wouldn’t have to do with the girl in the hood that left your room, would it? The one with the white hair?”
He took a step in her direction, then another. His shoulders were rigid with tension. The problem with Sally was that he could never quite figure out if she was teasing or threatening him. Or both.
But he didn’t take kindly to threats.
Especially not ones that involved Adrya.
“Is she related to your father in some way?” she continued, moving her hips sensually as she prowled around the room, like she owned the place. Like it wasn’t his coin that allowed him passage here. “A cousin perhaps?” She turned to look him in the eye. As if she could possibly read him.
Sally might have been able to pick up gossip before anyone else and she might be good at deciphering even the most stoic of looks, but as intimately familiar with him as she was, she could never understand him the way she might want to, and he intended to keep it that way.
“She’s not your business,” he said. He didn’t mean for the words to come out like a snap but they did.
Instead of being offended, her lips curved up and amusement danced in her eyes. “Someone special to you then,” she said. “I didn’t think it was possible.”
