Heat warmed my cheeks as I angrily closed the blinds and hurried into the bathroom to pat cold water on my face to cool down. Thank goodness the dead rat was gone because I think I would’ve vomited during this stressful, awkward moment.
The light was dimming, and I didn’t have my light on, so I was sure he didn’t see that much.
“Oh god, who am I kidding?” I squirmed, wanting to vanish into an alternate universe forever. “Judging by that slimy look on his face, he saw absolutely everything and was enjoying my humiliation at the realization that he could see me.”
After a few minutes, I peeked through a crack in the blind and saw that he was gone. I then collapsed onto my bed in frustration, hoping I’d never see him again. But of course, that'simpossible since he was in one of my classes, maybe more than one.
God, could someone just kill me now?
I scrolled through my phone as my stomach clenched with hunger, but I was too embarrassed to leave, worried I might run into him. Since we were enemies, I knew he’d be watching me, and I already suspected it was him who left the dead rat in my bathroom.
My stomach lurched in hunger because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, indulging in a slice of toast and a coffee, and I bet the kitchen staff were currently setting up the hall for tonight’s feast.
All I could think about was food, so I closed my eyes and tried to shift my thoughts, but it was the smug face of the Warwick jerk that kept haunting me.
There was a sudden knock at my door, and I appreciated the distraction, but I was surprised I didn’t hear footsteps on the stairs. I grabbed my knife and put the door on the chain before opening it to find none other than the smug face of the Warwick prick.
“What do you want?” I hissed, embarrassed, trying desperately to hold my head high so I didn’t look ashamed for being caught self-fiddling.
“We need to talk,” he said in that charming way, hand pressed against the doorframe, leaning forward like he owned the world and I hated him for it.
“No, we don’t. You said all you needed to say earlier,” I blurted, then pushed the door shut, but he slipped his big sneaker into the way.
“Hungry?” he asked nicely.
“No,” I lied. “How did you get inside Morgana anyway?”
He tapped his nose with his large finger, wearing that annoying smile, and my mind was transported back to my daydreammasturbation session just ten minutes ago, where those big fingers were inside me.
Pull your shit together, Addie.
“I have contacts,” he answered, tilting his head so he could get a better look inside my room through the small gap. “Do you want to catch a meal later on?”
“No,” I snapped, horrified. Was he asking me on a date?
He clenched his jaw as anger flashed in his blue eyes. “I need to discuss something with you, so at what point can I do that?” he spoke slowly, methodically.
“Speak now. I’ll give you two minutes and counting,” I called the shots. My space. My Time.
“Open the door,” he demanded, pushing on the wood, and I noticed the chain was starting to loosen in the wall, and my heart raced, fearing what he would do to me if he smashed down this door.
“No,” I replied calmly, even though my heart was pummeling against my ribs and my hands were trembling.
The hand that was wrapped around the handle of my knife was growing sweaty, but this was the answer to fixing this little problem. Casually and keeping my cool, I showed him my knife, and a smile stretched across his handsome dial. His reaction was different from what I hoped.
“Once a Boleyn, always a Boleyn,” he stated smoothly with a hint of pride in his tone, but he was showing no sign of relenting or being stressed about the sight of the knife.
“One minute,” I prompted him. “Hurry up and tell me what you want to say.”
His blue eyes glanced toward the end of the hall as if something caught his eye, then he focused back on me. “The cops are here,” he said quietly.
“And?” I tapped the blade of the knife against the door for him to keep going.
He looked away again, exhaled, then added, “They’re here to investigate a death.”
“I am aware,” I said impatiently.
His narrowed eyes caught my gaze and drilled into my skull. “You keep your mouth shut.”
