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Catalina's eye snap open, and without looking at either of us, just keeping her eyes straight ahead, she says, “I'll do it.”
We can't show her our surprise, so I stand and quickly pull the dagger out of my bag, “Be a good girl and give me your hand.”
Looking between me and the dagger, hesitantly, she gives me her hand, and I swiftly stick the tip of her pointer finger, maybe going deeper than I needed to.
“Ouch!” she yanks her hand back, and I let her.
“Once you sign the contract, you will need to come to the Frat house at seven tonight for a small initiation,” Jett informs her.
“Sign on the dotted line, Kitty Cat.”
I watch as she stares at the blood dripping from her finger, and I would give anything to taste it. Finally, Catalina puts her finger on the paper and signs her name. It takes a few tries, and it's not all that legible, but Jett is recording it anyway.
I take the contract and blow on it to help it dry, “That's a good girl, Kitty Cat. Remember, come to the Frat house at seven o'clock on the dot. We wait for no one; never forget that.”
“See you around, Lovely Lina,” Jett smirks, dismissing her immediately.
Our newly acquired possession stands quickly, grabbing her bag and hurrying away while sucking on her finger. I watch her leave, already thinking about the ways we will make her bend. She turns one last time as I continue to stare, smiling wickedly.
TEN
Fynn
“Do you want to tellme what's happening, Dad?” I ask my father since this is the second time, he's pulled me in to ensure we aren't having any trouble.
“All I know is that there have been some threats, and we are still looking into it at the moment.” He answers vaguely.
“No, you don't get to do this. You keep pulling me in here to discuss something you are unwilling to talk about. Tell me,” I stand with my hands on my hips, “Is this why Jett's dad keeps wanting to talk to him as well?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? I only know of one other person so far that has been receiving threats, and that's Mr. Scott.”
“Wait, the Provost?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“Do you know another Mr. Scott here at Helshire?”
“Don't be a smartass, Dad...”
