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My fists tighten at my side.

“Agree to disagree,” I say, forcing my tone to remain light.

The thing with Sarah is, she holds herself so proudly that I assumed she had the confidence to back it up.

I assumed that she, rightfully, thought she was better than us—smarter, more hard working. She wouldn’t have a scholarship to this place if her transcript wasn’t exceptional. We got in because of our parents, our money, our legacy. We still need decent grades, but not nearly as good as outsiders.

Because I know her, I understand it’s just a defense mechanism. She appears aloof to stop people from getting too close, not because she considers herself all high and mighty.

I liked the first explanation. The second? I adore. My Sarah’s not a snob, she’s vulnerable and lovely and mine.

All mine.

“We’re home, sweetness,” I say, pulling up the Hunt driveway.

She seems surprised, like she hadn’t realized we were that close. “Oh.”

Or maybe she thought I wouldn’t take her back here. I smirk. My girl isn’t done with me yet. And a good thing too. I have no intention of letting her go.

I park in one of their guest spots, behind Vi’s cheap Beetle and Rom’s pickup.

As she fiddles with her seatbelt, I exit the car and circle it to open her door.

“You don’t usually open doors,” she notes.

There’s no reproach in her tone, but it’s my turn to frown. I guess I’ve never really thought about it, but I’m annoyed with myself for not doing it. If she noticed I haven’t done it, I should definitely open her doors. I suck at the whole dating thing. So far, my technique with her has involved riding crops, zip ties, and kidnapping.

Good thing she seems to enjoy the crazy.

“Well, thanks for the lift,” Sarah says awkwardly, and somewhat sadly.

“You really believe I’d just drop you back here, don’t you?” I tilt my head. “Oh, sweet summer child.”

I open the rear passenger door and pull out the bag I packed right after my run-in with fuckingRhys.

“Marius…”

I shoot her my best smile. “I figured you’d prefer to stay here. The Shark House is pretty rowdy. So, I’m moving in. If you’d rather come to my place, just say the word.”

Her eyes widen as her lips part. “What?”

“You can’t possibly have thought I’d let you keep living with your fucktoys, could you?”

“Let me,” she repeats, clearly affronted.

I throw my bag over my shoulder. “Yeah. Let you.”

All things considered, I’m being extremely reasonable. Neither of my brothers would have allowed her to take another step back into that house—or anywhere near Rhys.

“You made your choice yesterday, Sarah. We have something, you and I, and you chose to cut me out and take your pleasure with other people instead of coming to me.” I’m surprised by the coldness in my own voice.

I didn’t think I was this pissed. She was right earlier; she didn’t cheat on me. We weren’t together.

We are now. And she’s proven untrustworthy in that regard. For that and so many other reasons—such as her actual safety—I’m not letting her out of my sight anytime soon.

“Be serious,” she hisses, frustrated.

“What possibly makes you think I’m not?”

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