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“You have no choice except to do this, or lose out on college and go sit at the new family compound,” Sloan explains now, leaning back on the bed.
“I’m staying here,” I blatantly spit out as he nods.
I glance over the well-defined curves of his body. Sloan,The Reaper, Stallard is one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen.
“As long as there’s no danger, you will be able to remain here with your friends and go about your daily life. Finishing your senior year of college. If shit starts to hit the fan or we get wind of something coming, then you will be moved to a safer location.” Sloan takes out a piece of paper and lays it on the table.
I pick it up, noticing it’s an address of a place I have no idea where or how far away it is from here. Most of the new generation would die out, cease to exist without our GPS.
“Memorize that, and then burn the address.” He notices my confusion.
“You don’t want the people who are hunting you to find the address of the safe haven you’ve escaped to. That’s why you need to memorize it. You can figure out how to get there on your ownif you need to, if for some reason we get separated,” Sloan tells me as he nods down at the paper on the desk.
Remy just volleys his head back and forth between us with a slight smile here and there, especially when I retort something that Sloan says. That man is way too excited for all of this to be going down.
I nod again. The same thing I’ve done probably fifty times since they sat in this room. I start to memorize the piece of paper in my hand, it’s not a very long address thank God, so I should have it done very soon.
At the same time, Sloan stands up and starts to pack Eden’s side of the room.
Eden is definitely a firecracker, but she doesn’t have that much on her side of the room. I know she’s been using her monthly allowance to stock up on stuff she never had before.
Every student that attends Santorin University gets a monthly stipend, as they call it. Ranges from five to ten thousand dollars depending on your level of wealth and popularity in the world. Who the fuck knows?
I received five thousand the first month and then it went up to ten thousand after that. I haven’t spent a dime of it yet. I still have four hundred remaining of the money my father gave me. I can’t tip here, and there’s nothing I need to buy. The school has everything any student might deem necessary or important; feminine products. Pain relievers. It’s insane, it’s like a freaking small store, but minus the snacks.
“What are you doing?” I ask, standing up as I notice the suitcases that they’re throwing all of Eden’s shit into. “Why are you packing her stuff up, this is her room?”
“I’m sleeping in here with you.” Oh fuck me.No. No. No. I do not plan on spending all of my nights in the same room with a hot guy when I’ve been horny for weeks. I’ve never had a guard that needed to sleep this close to me before. Honestly I’ve neverhad a guard before. Shit, I hope he sleeps and doesn’t just stare at me all night, or vice versa.
Maybe I should go back to the place where my parents are holed up. At least I might be able to get a room to myself. No, I shake my head letting Sloan make the rules because of how good he is. He’d probably follow and make me share a room with him at the compound also. There’s only a queen-size bed there. Definitely not ready for that.
“Where’s Eden going?” Sloan smiles as Remy chuckles and walks out the room taking a couple of her bags with him.
It’s almost musical when I hear the short laugh that Sloan spits out. “She’ll be with Remy, a few doors down.”
“What? You can’t do that. This is her dorm room. I was the one that came and stayed with her.” I shake my head no.
“Would you prefer that we pack you and we move three doors down? That won’t happen because this room is safer. You’re positioned in the corner, at the edge. You don’t have people on every side now.”
Fuck my life, rings through my head as I throw myself back on the bed using my arm to cover my face. Not only am I very buzzed, likely drunk. I don’t want to deal with the shit. I should be in a happy place right now. Will I ever be there again?
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Taylor
The grunts of pain and the unmistakable groaning that come out of me sound like a faraway animal. I clutch my head, instantly regretting all that I drank last night.
Sloan,The Reaperis talking quietly to the guard at the door before he notices me and ends his conversation.
“You really need to quit drinking so much,” he states as he walks back into the room. Freshly showered and looking down right gorgeous. I hate him.
“You really need to mind your own fucking business,” I snap back. I’m definitely not a hung over, morning person.
My hair is a bird’s nest as I move over to the closet grabbing a folded pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
I turn around and I actually fucking growl out at Sloan. There is no freaking room to change in here, so my hung over, debilitated ass shuffles myself to the community bathroom. Making Sloan and several of the guards laugh.
