Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I laugh it off like it’s no big deal even though the pressure is real. “Yeah, of course.”
But it’s already too late for that. Silas and I have become more than well acquainted after I stole his shit. He just doesn’t know it yet.
The dean nods and walks off like he has nothing more to say, and every crowd he passes through separates for him like he’s goddamn Moses himself. Two decades have passed, and his name still holds power in these halls.
His offspring is just as infamous, if not more dangerously unhinged.
And I don’t understand why he would let him reign these college grounds like he’s the goddamn king.
I walk down the halls to my classroom and make my way inside, sitting down on the seat in the front so I can hear the professor best. But when I look around the room and see Silas and his friend Max sitting in the back, my veins run frigid.
We share a fucking class too?
Max
The girl sitting in the front of class is so gorgeous, both my eyes and my heart have to do a double take. Her dark-brown hair tumbles over her short white woven top as she types something onto her phone, and she throws it back, allowing me to marvel at her beautiful face with sculpted cheekbones, a sharp nose, and thick, downturned red lips.
Wow.
I tilt my head to watch her put down her bag and take out a few books, her round ass making me lick my lips. I shake my head and close my eyes.
Maybe someday I’ll have the same courage Silas has and ask someone like her out on a date. Not that he dates, but he has the arrogance of someone who does.
Anyway, for now, I’ll pine over someone I couldn’t possibly have anyway.
The girl in front of the class suspiciously homes in on Silas with narrowed eyes, and I immediately look away, feeling the heat.
“Jesus, Silas. You got girlfriends who despise you everywhere, don’t you?”
“What?” he snarls back, refusing to look up from the desk where he’s torturing a tiny bug by pinning it to the wood with his knife while it’s trying to fly away. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop focusing on the bug trying to desperately get away from him.
“That girl …” I whisper, trying to point at her without making it obvious I’m pointing at her.
He plucks at the insect’s wings. “I’m busy.”
“Okay, fine. Never mind.” I roll my eyes.
She’s already turned her gaze to the professor again, writing down notes as he begins to speak, and she tucks her hair behind her ear as if to listen better to his words. She reaches into her bag, and as she lifts out a book, I spot something glinting in her ear, with the same kind of skin color and wire as …
My eyes widen.
“The hearing aid.”
Silas immediately rips the knife out of the bug, and it zooms off with damaged wings, surviving the worst kind of predator it could ever meet.
The knife lands against my neck, and I gulp at the feel of the blade against my skin.
“What did you just say?”
“It’s hers. The girl in the front row.”
His eyes follow mine down to where she’s sitting, and he gets up from his seat, leaning onto the table with both hands as he zeros in on her like a drone finding its target.
Fuck.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that out loud.
CHAPTER 3
Silas
My nails dig into the desk so violently it cracks through the wood as I find her sitting there right in front of me.
The girl who fucking dared to walk into me ...
The girl who called me a shortie ...
Is the girl who fucking stole from me.
“Wait, we don’t know if it’s her yet,” Max mutters.
“Who else could it be?” I grit.
It can’t be a coincidence she’s wearing only one hearing aid.
Rage quietly takes over every atom of my body as I stare at her, wondering when she’ll feel the burn of my gaze. If she even realizes I know who she is and what she’s done.
I wait, and wait, watching the clock tick away on the wall while she listens to the professor speak. But after she’s filled her notebook with scribbles, she tucks it back into her bag and turns her head to a girl sitting next to her on the benches … and I clearly spot the empty ear.
Fuck yes.
All this time, I thought I was searching for a guy, and now it turns out to be a fucking girl.
A wild smirk forms on my face.
The wait seems eternal, but it’s worth it because the moment she slowly turns in her seat and looks my way, I can see the blood drain from her face.
Yes.
Look at me, Ivy Clark.
I know your name. I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. And it will cost you dearly.