Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But I don’t like the way Kieran said it.
“I’m not going to fuck with someone over the fact that they’re exploring their sexuality. Not my thing.”
“No, no,” Kieran says. “Trust me, I’m not telling you to be homophobic. I’m not a monster.”
“Then what?”
“I’m saying he probably already thinks you’re hot. Even if he hates you, I can’t imagine anyone who’s attracted to dudes wouldn’t want you at least a little.”
“You think he’s going to suddenly let Onyx secrets slip just because I have a good body? If there are any Onyx secrets.”
“Just try. Do it for the rest of us in Daggers, even if you don’t care?”
I wave a hand back at him and head inside, beelining straight for the whiskey bottle.
It’s an easy task.
Spy on Weston Knox.
Get close to him.
Even if Kieran is dead wrong, there could be other benefits to getting close to Weston.
Because if Wes is already trying to fuck with me, then I’m more than ready to fight fire with fire.
5
Weston
Colossus Dining Hall is packed on Thursday night.
“Fuck yes. Sushi night,” Oliver says somewhere behind me, his voice nearly lost in the chatter of the hall.
“That’s not even real sushi,” Niko tells him. “It’s ginger-soy steak wrapped up with rice.”
“Who says sushi can’t be made with steak?” Ollie protests.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Niko tells him. “Have I ever told you that?”
I grab a couple of the steak sushi rolls and sauce cups of ginger-soy, because I don’t give a fuck if it’s correct for sushi, it’s delicious.
“Going to be impossible to find a booth,” I tell Niko as we go down the line grabbing other small plates to fill up our trays.
“Not an issue. I think Sev’s already nabbed a table for us in the corner.”
Something grips tight in my chest.
“You invited Sev?”
“Yeah,” Niko says, flashing me a look. “He’s my cousin, dude. You guys can refrain from killing each other for one dinner.”
I exhale, my eyes scanning the dining hall. “It’s fine. Don’t give a fuck about him.”
Liar.
Lying liar.
You’ve fallen asleep thinking about the finer details of his thick, long cock every night since it was between your lips.
I bite the inside of my cheek, looking back down at the buffet line full of food.
“Chocolate malt milkshakes in the machine for dessert,” Ollie says, pointing at the sign over the shake machine across the room. “Best dinner ever.”
Hunter, Rayne, and Noah all just walked in, too, and I see them making their way over through the crowd.
Plenty of people on my side here tonight.
It’s been nearly a week since my night with Sev. Ancient history, and I’m certain he isn’t thinking about it anymore. So fucking what if I have to be at the same table as him for one dinner?
I spot Sev easily the moment we start to walk over as a group. He’s sitting at the big, curved booth in one corner of the dining hall, leaning back with a leather jacket on and a white T-shirt beneath it, his tattoos peeking out at the top of his chest: a red rose with a long stem, the top of an abstract indigo-colored compass, and others I can’t make out.
One dark lock of his hair falls across his forehead, and he brushes it to the side as we walk over.
I swear there may as well be a silver loaded gun on the booth tabletop for how intimidating Sevan looks, even just sitting alone at a table.
“God,” I mutter under my breath before we’re within earshot of the table. “Niko, was your cousin always… violent?”
Please say no.
Please. Say. No.
“Oh, absolutely,” Niko says.
Niko sets down his food tray and walks over to Sev, giving him a side-hug, smiling with ease.
He takes the seat next to Sev and I wait for everyone else to sit down before taking a spot as far away from him as I can.
I drop my tray on the table and a little bit of my ginger-soy sauce splashes out from the edge of the rim. I reach for a wad of napkins right away, and already, I can feel Sev’s eyes burning into me.
“Chill, Sheriff,” he says. “It’s just sauce. No need to be anal about it.”
“Cleaning a spill doesn’t mean I’m anal, but thanks, Sev.”
Fuck, his low voice.
Is he making it low and husky like that to torment me?
Or am I just losing my fucking mind around him already?
I finally sit down and avert my gaze from him. From the opposite side of the curved booth, there’s enough distance between us that I can at least pretend he isn’t there.
I sit at the edge of my end of the booth with Noah beside me, and I pop a carrot in my mouth, perfectly crunchy and cold. Steak sushi, carrots, and a big salad is the type of dinner that the guys make fun of me for, telling me I’m too healthy.