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The call ends, and I slip my phone into my backpack. “Feel better?” I ask Wes as he takes his mask off.
“Much.”
I already knew. It’s evident in how he’s holding himself. His steps are lighter, his head a little higher. The same is true for me. My kills may have been quick, but my body is still buzzing from the high it gave me.
The sun is just beginning to peek through the buildings as we reach our bikes. Before pulling on our helmets, Wes and I share a look. It’s weighed down with a deep understanding that draws my mind back to our earlier conversation.
Wes gets it now. His obsession with Athelia has fueled hisownself-hatred. He’ll always like causing her pain, but that’s not all he wants, no matter how much he wishes it’s true.
In his own fucked up way, Wes loves her. I’ve convinced him of it.
Now, he just has to convinceher.
Chapter Eighteen
Athelia
I jerk awake at the sound of my phone going off. Shoving Cal’s arms off me, I reach over him and grab my phone. The sunlight streaming in through the windows pierces my eyes, and I squint at my screen as I slide to answer the call.
“Hello?” My voice is tired and rough. If Wes and Kellan hadn’t abused my throat so thoroughly last night, it probably wouldn’t be this sore.
“You’re late,” Professor Kammes growls.
My stomach drops. “I—I’m sorry. I overslept.”
“You have twenty minutes.”
Panic winds through me as I reach up to touch the hickey on my neck. “I need more time.”
“Do you really want to test me right now?” he snaps.
Kellan groans, and I place a hand over the bottom of my phone so Professor Kammes can’t hear.
“Answer me, Athelia.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Probably about an hour.”
“If you’re that late,I’ll—”
The call drops. When I glance at my phone, the screen is black, and hitting the power button doesn’t help.
Fuck.Of course it had to die at this exact moment.
“Come back to me,” Kellan mumbles. His arm slips around my waist as he tries to pull me back down.
“I can’t. I—I have to go.”
Cal wakes as I scramble over him. When my feet hit the floor, they’re still tangled up in the sheets, so I crash to the ground.
“What?” Cal groans. “What’s going on?”
Kellan sits up, the more alert of the two. He’s completely naked, and his brown hair is damp. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I have to.” I jump to my feet, ignoring the way my head screams at me to stay still and close my eyes. “You don’t understand.”
Slowly, Cal pushes himself up and rubs at his eyes. I’m already halfway down the stairs, desperately looking around the lower half of Kellan’s room.
There.I rip open his drawers until I find what I need. The hoodie is huge on me, and so are the sweatpants. I tighten the drawstring so they don’t fall down before searching the room for my boots.
