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One thing you can taste. Don’t say fear.
Hope. I can taste the hope that those four men have given me. And because of them, I know that I can do this. I’m safe here. I’ll be locked in a box for a night. One night. And I’ll see the professor again in the morning. Nothing can happen to me here. I can survive this.
This is fucking bullshit. All of it. From the moment the lecture was interrupted to the second they led Malia away down the corridor to the holding cells.
“Fuck this shit,” I growl in frustration, pacing back and forth in the small waiting room. The officer behind the desk eyes me warily, like he’s afraid I’m about to start tearing the place apart, and I bare my teeth at him in a menacing grimace because I feel like I just might. “What is taking so fucking long?”
“I don’t know,” Reef says calmly. Which just pisses me off even more. He’s always so fucking calm. Of course he was able to pretend to be Malia’s therapist for weeks, the bastard never reacts to anything.
Me? I feel everything. Deeply and fiercely and in the moment that it happens. I’m reactive. But I don’t see that as a bad thing. I was able to think fast, follow Malia, and let everyone know what was happening. I doubt Reef would have fucking done that.
“Fuck!” I roar, done with pacing. The nervous energy has just wound me even tighter and I’m ready to explode. The urge to just let out all of my rage is overwhelming and I truly feel likeHulking out.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the glorified receptionist sniffs. I shoot him a filthy look which makes him swallow nervously, but he holds his gaze. Prick.
“We’re not going anywhere,” I tell him firmly.
He opens his mouth like he wants to argue and Cove, the bloody peacekeeper, steps in. “We’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”
I want to hit him for being a people pleaser. Instead, I kick the trash can and resume my pacing.
“Boss?” Reef asks, getting to his feet. I spin round to see the prof coming towards us, the officer that dragged Malia away right beside him. I scowl. That fucker’s going on my shit list along with that smarmy fucker who came out of the interview room with the bestie. So called bestie. Fucking cunt. I knew she wasn’t trustworthy, but I’m yet to figure out her angle here. “Everything okay?”
The prof is unreadable as ever, but he nods once.
“Let’s step outside.”
I shoot the reception guy a look that clearly saysI’ll be back you fuckerand follow the others outside. It takes all my concentration to just stand still, so I miss whatever the prof was saying.
“What?” I blink and shake my head, really trying to concentrate on his words.
The three of them sigh like I’m a fucking child, but the prof does take it from the top.
“I said, Malia is okay. She’s in a holding cell for supes and I’ve warned her not to eat or drink anything – including the water from the tap. It’s laced with something, and I can’t risk her getting sick when we don’t know what kind of magic she has.”
“So she doeshavemagic? For definite?” Cove checks.
“I’m almost certain of it now. There was a moment in the interview room and again in her cell…it doesn’t matter. I’ve promised we’ll get her out of here first thing in the morning and I’m about to pull some strings to ensure that I keep my word.”
“What do we do until then?” Reef asks.
“It’s too late to suggest someone tails the best friend.”
“She’s no friend,” I grumble darkly, plotting her demise off a cliff. If I make it look like an accident it doesn’t count as killing a girl, right?
“Indeed. But she’s also probably long gone by now, and frankly, she isn’t my priority. Malia is. So I propose you three get a hotel room here on the mainland tonight so that we’re all nearby. In the morning we’ll consider where we can take Malia, but she willnotbe returning to campus no matter how strongly she feels on the matter.” He eyeballs me angrily like this is all somehow my fault. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mumble.
“What are you going to do?” Reef asks.
“Huh?” I blink but Reef’s attention is solely on the prof.
“You said the three of us should get a hotel room. What are you doing?”
“I’m staying here to watch over Malia.”
“Are they going to let you do that?” Cove tilts his head, considering. Probably wondering if he can stay too.
