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It takes exactly one second for Preston to recognize that name. “She’s here?”
Although I’m surprised that he wasn’t already aware of this, I nod.
Preston stares at me, motionless, like he’s just shut down until he frowns. “She’shere? Why?”
“Some delusional belief that her brother is innocent, and this place holds the answers to a cover up.” I shrug. “I don’t care why, but she’s here, so I intend on making her life miserable, don’t you worry.”
Annoying asshole that he is, he was still JP’s friend.
“Standing up here is just making us even more late,” Royal says, stepping forward as he breaks the silence. “We’ve got the initiates in the stocks, and you, Mr. President…” he clamps his hand on Preston’s shoulder. “You get first dibs on whose mouth you put your cock in.”
At that, Preston peels his gaze off me and looks at Royal, arching an eyebrow. “Stocks?” he repeats as he grins. “Maybe I have underestimated you.”
The three of us have spent years coming up with ways to take our reign to the next level, but right now, the only person I want in them is Victoria Reynolds.
I’d have tears streaming down her face, choking on my cock as I fucked her mouth.
The things I would do to her if she were an initiate, and with that NDA, I wouldn’t need to hold back…
XXVII
Tori
They say university life is supposed to have a few all-nighters. Party all night, then head to class, or stay up all night studying.
If it were my own assignment, I wouldn’t mind.
Instead, it’s Monday morning, and I’m washing dishes, dead on my feet.
When Syn left, I continued working on my own assignment. I’d been adamant that Synclair Keyingham could go fuck himself and write his own assignment. Royal and Gemini too.
And then, as the hours started to creep into the early evening, I pushed my assignment aside and looked at theirs.
Penny was a good person and didn’t deserve to be pulled into this anymore.
Did I think this would end it all?
Of course not.
Syn would use Penny for as long as he wanted to, and I’d probably end up doing exactly what he wanted every time too.
And honestly, I’m too tired to figure out if that makes me brave and noble, or utterly pathetic.
I’d only gotten about four hours of sleep between the two nights. I stayed in the library, alternating between sitting and standing while I typed, finding the coldest part of the library, and had music blasting in my ears so that now my earlobes ached from the earbuds.
In the end, I resorted to the internet to get summaries of all three books, rather than read them all. Other sites and an AI generator helped me answer the questions. I’d even gone to the trouble to reword it all so that none of them got pulled up on plagiarism or AI content, and somehow, I not only managed to get their assignments handed in, but mine too.
Putting the last stack of plates away, I head to the locker room and check my appearance before I go to get something to eat. My skin is pale, and there’s a whole set of luggage under my eyes. Carefully, so I don’t poke myself in the eye with the mascara wand, I apply some makeup.
Yes, I want to make an effort for Syn, but only in the sense that I refuse to let him see how tired I am because of him.
Makeup makes me look a little more alive, even if I’m still dead inside. When I leave the back, I find an Elite initiate waiting for me, and she looks worse than I do. The way she keeps swallowing, and wincing, she’s probably got a hangover mixed in with lack of sleep.
As I follow her to my table, I realize she’s also working with a slight limp. “Ilana, are you okay?” I ask before I can stop myself.
Without turning around, her response is to raise her hand and flip me off.
“Whatever,” I mutter. I sit down at my table, hiding my discomfort at the cramped space.
