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I want her close. First, for her safety—she was hanging out with a serial killer last night and had no clue. And second, because she thinks she has all the power right now, and it’s pissing me off.
Our Athelia needs to be put in her place.
“We’ll have to move her stuff for her,” Cal says. “I don’t want her lifting more than necessary.”
“Easy,” I reply. “You’re skipping class this morning.”
Cal rolls his eyes. “Of course.”
. . .
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I glance up to find Athelia standing in the open door to her dorm. By now, we’re mostly done packing up her stuff.
“Moving you into our place.”
“What? You can’t just do that!” She marches into the room and shoves me away from the box I’ve been throwing shit into.
Waving my hand toward Cal and Kellan, who’ve just finished packing up the bathroom, I say, “And yet here we are.”
“Wes!I don’t want to.”
“Don’t care. You obviously can’t take care of yourself considering you almost got murdered last night.”
“Mike was nice!”
“He was going to kill you,ma belle,”Kellan says as he grabs a laundry basket full of clothes. “If we hadn’t shown up, you’d be dead by now.”
“Well, I’m perfectly safe in this building.” She snatches at the laundry basket, but Kellan wrenches it from her grasp.
“You’ll be safer with us,” I say. “You don’t have a choice in this, Athelia.”
She whips around and shoots me a deadly glare. Fuck, she’s so hot when she’s pissed. Her eyes come to life, and the fiery determination that fills them is captivating.
“It’ll be easier for me to look after you this way,” Cal says.
“I don’t need you to look after me,” she snaps.
“It’s happening whether you like it or not.” Crossing my arms, I stare her down. It’s not like she can stop us.
Her anger fades into realization as it hits her. The delusion that she held any power at all crumbles before her, and all that’s left is one simple fact.
She’s ours.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cal
Athelia storms out of her room without so much as a glance toward me or Kellan.
I sigh and drop the bag I was holding. “Have you ever thought that maybe you should try being nice to her every once in a while?”
“Did that last night,” Wes responds. “Got me nowhere.”
“God, you’re an idiot,” Kellan mutters.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble,” I say. “Text me when you two have all her things at the house.”
