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And I’m definitely the outsider.
“You have a thing with him,” Beaufort states, rather than asks.
I grimace.
What we have is one dirty, scary interaction, and it’s gone.
This is the first time I’ve seen him in the last ten days, though he lives rent free in my head.
“Nope.”
Beaufort chuckles, like I’ve told him a joke, rather than stated a fact.
“Be that as it may, you’d better go tell him I’m not trampling on his territory. I genuinely need help in math, that’s all.”
His territory?That’s asinine. I barely even know the guy—and what I know should send me running.
Before I can protest, Beaufort tilts his head and jogs back toward the men’s locker room in the east wing.
12
MARIUS
Ifollowed her all morning, and she didn’t notice. Someone has to teach Sarah how to be more aware of her surroundings. Tagging her was way too easy.
So was getting to her coffee cup.
The more I watch her, the more confused I am.
She’s not dumb. Hell, she seems to be scary smart. So what’s her deal? Why make a play for our money when shemusthave realized I would have known it was her?
Maybe someone made her do it. Forced her, somehow. Maybe she has her hands tied. But who?
Sarah doesn’t join in any crowd, sticking to herself. She doesn’t even greet anyone. Her highness acts like she’s too good for us mere mortals.
And yet here she is, chatting with Beaufort, of all people. I’ve seen what that man is into. He makes the rest of us look like angels in comparison.
He arrived in Thorn Falls sophomore year of high school, at an age when I’d barely even gotten my cock wet, and he knew his way around chains and paddles by then. He taught most of us, really.
If the mastermind behind the idiotic plan of blackmailing the Heritage for a mere six figures isn’t Sarah, it’s also not Beaufort. Not only is he worth as much as me, Beaufort is old money—the right kind, unlike mine. He doesn’t need the cash.
Maybe he’s twisted enough to play games anyway. He wasn’t in the video. Hecouldbe behind it.But something tells me that’s not the case.
He pisses me off all the same. Sarah seems comfortable with him; definitely more than she is with me. They soon part ways, and to my surprise, Sarah actually turns tome, eyes narrowed.
Well, isn’t that an interesting turn of events?
I glance at my watch to check the time; she should be ready any second. And she’s just made my life a lot easier by coming to me.
"What are you doing?" she demands, stopping a few feet away from me, her stance and tone challenging me.
Stalking you. You make it way too easy. If you behave like prey, don’t be surprised when predators find you.
“I swim downstairs," I say reasonably.
I do. I'm a Shark. But my actual practice starts in over six hours.
She doesn't need to know that.
