Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Agent Foley places a bunch of papers on Felix’s desk and waltzes off without saying another word, slamming the door shut behind him.
Damn.
Spine Ridge U will likely be under tougher surveillance from now on.
“Who is that guy?” I mutter to myself.
“Atreus Foley.” Felix checks the papers that Agent Foley left on his desk. “Head of the police force in Crescent Vale City, and Jason Foley’s son.”
I shrug. “I have no idea who that is.”
“An asshole.” He throws the papers down. “And apparently, he’s infected his son with his hatred for the Riveras.” He glares at me with those sunken-in eyes of his. “Stay away from him at all costs. I don’t want to lose you too.”
Wow.
And here I was, thinking Felix Rivera could never, ever get scared.
Guess I was wrong.
Later that day
Every time I look out the window in the cafeteria, I swear there’s another mask.
But then it’s gone again the moment I blink.
I must be losing my mind.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but ever since Ghost entered my room at the Beta Pi Sorority, I haven’t felt safe.
Haven’t felt like myself.
Because all I can think of is the paper burning a hole in my bag, begging me to take his invitation.
I stare at my bag as I sit here with a half-eaten plate, wondering who gave it to me. Who was brazen enough to enter my room uninvited and leave that on my desk like some sort of gift. An invitation.
A wish to fulfill by a killer.
I swallow away the lump in my throat.
Who is this man, and what could he possibly gain by making Levi Torres … disappear?
THWACK!
The tray is slammed down so hard that it nearly cracks the table, making me jolt up and down.
“You looked lonely. Now you’re not.” Apollo winks.
“What the—” I frown. “I’m not lonely. I didn’t ask for you to sit down.”
“Oh, you don’t have to ask me anything, Freckles. I make this sacrifice out of my own free will.” His smug grin makes me want to throw my food at his face.
My brow twitches. “Sacrifice?”
The audacity.
And to think I couldn’t take my eyes off him and those pumped-up muscles just weeks ago.
He spins his spaghetti around his fork. “You don’t look exactly inviting, you know?”
“No shit, maybe it’s because I wanna be left alone.”
So I can plot a murder on his cousin.
“Same. Let’s be alone together.” He brings the fork to his mouth and actually eats the whole plate, the whole goddamn spaghetti mound, in one bite.
Jesus Christ.
I take a sip of my ice water to cleanse my eyes. I mean stomach. I mean body.
When he swallows, he asks, “Where’s your boyfriend?”
I nearly choke on a piece of ice. “Boyfriend?”
“I’ve seen you hanging around with that skinny white-haired dude … so who is he?”
“None of your business.” I fold my arms. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend?” he quips, that same smirk still on his face.
I lean back in my seat. “Oh, I’m sorry, I mean harem.”
He takes a sip of his bubble tea and points over his shoulder without even looking. I follow his finger only to find twelve or more girls gossiping in the corner of the cafeteria, while staring at me like they want to poke my eyes out for even daring to look at their man.
“Wow,” I mutter, unimpressed.
“What can I say? I’m a lady’s man. And ladies flock to muscle.” He shrugs and then winks again. “Comes with the territory of being as handsome as me.”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skull. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in any of them, they’re just for practice,” he says, stealing the kiwi from my plate, only to slurp it out in front of me. “Practice for pleasing the woman I actually want.”
Holy shit, he did not just say that.
I grab my food tray.
“Don’t get up.” He eyes me, and I pause. “They’ll kill you if you walk away now.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Because you talked to me.”
“You sat down at my table!” I scoff.
“To escape them,” he says. “And this table doesn’t have your name on it. But I can definitely see us making this our table.” He licks his lips.
“You really are insufferable, you know that, right?” I reply.
“Only for you, Freckles,” he retorts, taking another lick of his kiwi in a suggestive manner. “Are you coming to the bonfire tonight?”
“With my friends,” I reply.
“I can be your friend,” he says, finishing his—my—kiwi by chucking it back onto my plate. “And you definitely want me to be your friend.” His eyes rise underneath those dark eyelashes, and the sudden shift in the air doesn’t go unnoticed. “Instead of your enemy.”
I swallow. That was definitely a threat.
“Anyway, just think about it.” He grabs the napkin and wipes his mouth. “You know where to find me.”
He gets up and waltzes off, each of his steps reverberating through the floor, right into my bones.