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I winced. The warehouse that housed the guns and a healthy stash of cocaine.
“If there’s another attack, you’re on the first chopper out of there.” Dad warned. “I mean it.”
“I hear you,” I answered. The only problem was, I had no intention of leaving Kat behind. Not now…not ever.
We hung up, and I spent the next few hours taking a shower and switching on the TV, only to stare blankly at the screen. Everything was eating at me; Kilpatrick, Kat…Finley, the damn initiation, and the attack on the warehouse.
I had to do something. I glanced at my phone, to see it was already afternoon. One last class, then once tonight came, I’d…what?that asshole in my head snarled.You gonna stand outside her fucking building again, pining for her? Christ, you’re pathetic.
I clenched my jaw. I was getting fucking sick of waiting, sick of knowing she was probably with Damon Zakharov and not with me. I was getting tired of this goddamn tug-of-war inside me. The woman was playing with my damn emotions and I was tired of waiting to make a move. I grabbed my cell and punched out a message:
Going to class and no, I don’t need an escort.
My phone gave abeep. Institute announcement: compulsory class. Building 1: Room 62.
“Fucking great,” I muttered. “Now they decide to come clean.”
Freddy: Logan said it’s not safe.
I’ll be at building 1. You can piss and hit it from here. I’ll message if there’s a problem.
Freddy: Fine. But if you break a nail getting through the door, then that’s on you.
I just laughed, slid my phone into my pocket, and headed for the class. The wind had died down to just gale force levels by the time I pushed through the door and headed toward building one. Compulsory class. That meant everyone had to be there, right? Even Kat.
Kat with her messy bun and hair falling down around her face. I shoved my fists into my jacket pockets, tucked my head down, and lengthened my stride. I passed building two and breathed a sigh of relief when I pushed through the main doors of building one and strode into the massive foyer.
I checked my phone again when I saw no one else. Maybe they were already inside? Room 62 was down one of the hallways. I tried to remember what kind of fucking room it was…to me they were all a damn blur. Maybe I should pay more attention in class?
I strode along the hallway, bypassing darkened rooms, and headed deeper into the underground network of armories and training rooms, until I spied an open door, the light on inside. The moment I stepped through the doorway, I caught sight of Finley.
“What bullshit class is this, Salvatore?” I growled.
He looked fucking nervous. “Don’t fucking ask me,” he growled. “I got the same text as you.”
“Fucking compulsory classes, as if I came here to learn this bullshit.”
“Am I late?” A small, feminine voice came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see a small, pretty blonde stepping into to the classroom.
“Fuck no, you’re not late,” I snapped, feeling pissed off as I spied Alexi standing in the corner. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Kilpatrick? You look nervous…”
The asshole just flinched. “No, I’m not nervous.”
“Wait!”A familiar voice called. But I didn’t look. Alexi was watching me like a damn predator, his eyes glinting with malice, his lips curled in.
“Anna?”Salvatore growled.
“What’s going on?”
I glanced toward the voice, finding Anna Eden. “That’s what I was asking.” I snapped.
Until the door closed with athud,and the click of the lock sounded.
The slow hiss of the gas was barely audible, but the sharp, bitter tang in the air burned my fucking eyes. Kilpatrick turned and grabbed a mask from the counter as the stench hit me like a fist. I coughed and sucked in a lungful of acrid air. The room swayed around me. “What the fuck?”
“Anna,”Finley roared as she tumbled to the side and hit the floor.
Panic roared through me as I stumbled, watching Finley’s woman go down hard. Hate roared inside me as I clenched my jaw and held my breath, tearing my gaze away from the sight on the floor and focused on the door.
