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“How could I forget? I’m reminded every time I take a step,” I roll my eyes.
“If it’s that bad, I’ll carry you inside.”
I laugh and then squeal loudly when I go to move forward and I’m pulled back. Nyx’s shoulder dipping low and pushing against my stomach as he lifts me off my feet. My fists slam against his back in protest, and I try to ignore the tingle in my panties when he places a firm slap on my ass and jogs up the stairs into the hall with me on his shoulder. I love it when I hear him laughing too.
“Mr. Anderson.” I hear the stern voice in front of us and I know who it belongs to before I even stretch my neck around Nyx’s body to look. “Please would you and Miss Jackson reserve these kind of disruptions for outside of school hours?”
Nyx carefully lets me slide down his broad body and back to the ground. His face now a deadly kind of serious that sends a chill through my bones.
“Sorry Miss.” He walks slowly towards her, speaking calmly as his huge body overpowers her. “I didn’t hear the bell.” He holds her under his stare until a perfectly timed sound of the bell rings through the halls and I haven’t noticed the crowd that’s gathered around us until they start to disperse.
“Classes everyone,” Principal K claps her hands together, escaping from Nyx’s glare, “Come on.” She hurries off towards her office in a fluster.
Luke and his buddies walk past. But Luke doesn’t bother to look in our direction. “See ya in Lit, darlin’.” Nyx winks, touching his lips to my cheek as he makes his way off to first period.
I didn’t even try to sleep when I got back to the club early this morning. Instead, I sat out on the deck of my cabin, chain-smoking and trying to come up with a plan. The conclusion is, that I’m gonna have to pick one or the other.
Ella or the club.
Of course choosing Ella could also cost me my fuckin’ life, but I reckon I could convince her to run with me.
I don’t want to take her away from the perfect world she’s used to. I couldn’t offer her what she has here. The money, security, a chance at a decent education. I just have to decide if I’m really selfish enough to take all that away from her?
And am I prepared to give up on something I’ve worked so hard at?
Being a prospect hasn’t been easy, I’ve had to get my hands dirty in more ways than one. I’m almost there, weeks away from being patched an official Dirty Soul, to belonging to a family.
“Whatcha doing?”
When I look up from my sketch pad, Ella is standing over me with a huge smile on her face, I can’t think of a time when I've ever seen her look so happy, and I fuckin’ love that I got somethin’ to do with it.
“Nothin’.” Quickly shutting my pad, I stand up on my feet and tower over her tiny frame.
“I’m just about to go grab some lunch with Abby, you wanna come?” she asks.
“Nah, I’m good,” I lower my eyes at the brown paper bag Maddy packed for me this morning. She’s bored at the club, and her taking care of me is fast becoming a habit.
“You wanna show me what you’re drawing?” Ella points her head at the sketchpad wedged under my arm.
“It’s just scribbles. Nothing that would interest you.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” She snatches it away from me and sits with her back against the thick trunk of the tree. Slowly, she turns the pages, I really don’t want her to see what’s in there. It feels like an invasion of my privacy… And yes, I get the irony in that.
“Just give it back, Ell, come on, I’ll walk with you to meet Abby.” She waves me away, continuing to turn the pages.
“These are beautiful. You’re really good, Nyx.” She passes the tattoo I drew up for Grimm a few months back, then pauses when she turns the page onto a sketch of herself.
“This is me.” She looks up surprised.
“Yeah.” I scratch at the back of my neck, suddenly feeling real fuckin’ embarrassed.
“You drew me?”
“Yeah, I drew you, okay.” I snatch the pad out of her hands and shove it back inside my bag.
“Nyx, you’re amazing, you should do something with these”
“I do,” I snap back, too fast to consider the consequences of opening my big fat mouth.
