Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Hi there,” I say with the most chipper voice I can muster. “What’s going on?”
The man turns around and glares at me with the most disdain I’ve ever seen. “What do you want?”
“Well, it looks to me like you’re about to break into a female-only house without explaining why, which doesn’t look that good, to be honest.”
He grumbles and pulls out a badge. “Detective Foley. I’m here for an active investigation.”
“Into what, might I ask?”
“That doesn’t concern you.”
I fold my arms. “No, but I think the dean may be interested in this, so I will give him a call.”
The second I bring my hand down to my pocket, he grabs my arm, forcing me to stop. “Do not interfere.”
My eyes narrow. “Or what?”
We have a short stand-off, but I’m not easily impressed by bullish behavior. People laugh at me all the time for being loathsomely fancy as hell, and it still doesn’t stop me from being exactly who I was meant to be.
His eye twitches. “You’re part of her admirer club, aren’t you?”
“Who?”
“Sunny Reed,” he hisses.
I snort. “Sunny has plenty of admirers. Now are you going to release me, or do I have to call the cops on a cop?”
Finally, he lets go, and I pat down my skin to get rid of the indents. Eugh. “Thank you.”
“Do not get in my way again,” he barks.
He sure has a death wish, looking for Sunny with that attitude.
“Whatever. Do you even have a warrant?” I ask, completely unbothered by his threatening stance.
His nostrils flare, and he points at me. “Mark my words, I will find her.”
He marches off, absolutely fuming, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be back later, because he’s obviously found exactly what he’s looking for.
Detective Foley surely has a stick up his ass.
That, or he’s in dire need of a good pegging.
Sunny
When Levi opens the door to his bedroom in the Phantom Society frat house, he just stares at me for a few seconds without even saying a word.
“Aren’t you going to say hi?”
He winces. “How did you get in?”
Such brotherly love.
I smirk. “Told some boy he could see my boobs if he let me in. Easy.”
He frowns and looks at me suspiciously. “Okay …”
“Look, I need your help.”
“How?” He folds his arms. “Don’t tell me you need me to kill someone.”
“No, I can take care of that myself for now, thanks,” I reply, walking past him so he finally closes the door, and our conversation isn’t broadcast across the house.
“I need a place to stay. Can I crash with you?”
Again with the staring.
“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “It’s only for a few days.”
He closes the door. “What did you do?”
“Nothing. It’s just not safe right now to go back to my own dorm. That’s it.”
“You’ve literally never asked me for favors.”
“And the reason is because you ask too many questions.” I fold my arms. “Can’t you just say yes for once without making a fuss?”
I need him to be here for me right now, but he always wants me to give more than I’m willing to give. But he’s all I got right now. I don’t dare to sleep at the Tartarus House with Xavier and Orion, because that’s the first place the cops will go looking, after someone there watched them sneak out a goddamn body in their car. My parents are a no-go as well. They would not stop questioning me until I spilled the beans, and my other brothers … those simps wouldn’t be able to protect me from a fly, let alone Atreus Foley.
I need someone equally unhinged, and that is Levi to a T.
He sighs out loud and rubs his eyes. “Okay, fine. Whatever. I have an extra mattress in the closet.”
Smiling, I jump down onto his bed and rub the pillow. “Thanks for your sacrifice.”
He narrows his eyes. “I didn’t mean for me.”
“Oh, c’mon.” I roll onto my back. “You have such a soft bed, how am I supposed to lie on the floor? I’m a lady.”
“A serial killer lady, yeah, who’s trying to mooch off her brother because she doesn’t wanna face the consequences of her actions.”
“Oh, spare me the consequences story, Mr. ‘I stalked my childhood crush because we both couldn’t admit we liked each other.’” I make quotation marks with my fingers.
His jaw clenches. “If you don’t get your ass off my bed within a second, I will flip the entire thing over onto the floor.”
Grumbling, I climb off his bed. “Okay, fine.”
He pulls the extra mattress from his closet. “A thank you would suffice, you know.”
“Thank you, dearest brother, for your brotherly love,” I say in the most sarcastic tone I can muster.
“You’re welcome,” he replies. “But after you’re done with whatever the fuck it is you’re doing, you’re going to explain everything to me. In detail. Because I’m not dealing with your ass for nothing. Got it?”