“We’re done,” Ezrah shrugged and put his cock away, then stepped away from me. “I inflicted the punishment, and I enjoyed every second of it.”
“My punishment was not letting me come?” I needed clarification because I was so confused, and my clit was so swollen and in need of finishing off.
“Correct,” he answered dryly, and I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was smirking. Then, in a steely tone, he added, “There’s more punishment to come depending on how to conduct yourself.”
“Conduct myself? In what?” I asked, grabbing my bag containing my knife with a sudden urge to go on a stabbing rampage.
“The police,” he simply said. “Depends on how you answer their questions.”
I swallowed over that lump in my throat. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I was in desperate need of something cold to drink. My half-drunk can of Coke was still sitting on the picnic table, but I recoiled at the thought of drinking it because it was supplied by Ezrah. The sweetness drained away and was replaced with his bitter, snarky venom.
“Next time, Stabby,” he said as he walked away, leaving me in the dark with Lev, “the punishment will be more severe.” He turned around to face me, walking backwards, and I imagined the minotaur jumping off the fountain and smacking him over the head with the large water vessel he held. “But that only depends on what you say to the pigs.”
31
“Are you okay after last night?”I asked her as she lined up at the breakfast buffet for toast, as her friends were watching me closely with those judgy eyes. I didn’t care if she told them what we did to her last night, but because she's quite a proud girl, I suspect she didn’t say anything or modified the story.
I walked her back to Morgana, well, I tried to walk her back to Morgana, but she was so enraged that he started waving her knife around, threatening to chop my cock off and shove it down my throat, then ran ahead in the dark.
Yeah, we really fucked her off, but hopefully she got the message loud and clear about what we wanted from her.
Adina swung her head in that way that only a pissed off woman could, and her ponytail brushed against my arm, and I had to use immense control not to touch her. Yep, she was doing the silent treatment, pretending I didn’t exist, yet hoping that I would die.
She disappeared into the crowd to avoid me, but I hissed at a girl who was my way, and she shrieked and immediately moved.
“You can’t avoid me forever,” I whispered as she placed a piece of wholegrain toast into the toaster and grabbed a pot of chopped fruit and yoghurt. Then she swung her ponytail at me again as she swiftly turned away to pour a cup of coffee.
“Wait. Adina, let me buy you a decent cup in Scholars?” Maybe a cappuccino could persuade her to speak to me.
Nope.
I was in the bin. With the lid down.
She wanted no part of this conversation, and no part of me, and that kinda cut a little. The little stint last night was fun until I saw how it hurt her and, more surprisingly, how it bothered me that we were inflicting pain on her.
I gave up trying to talk to her and turned my back to walk away as I passed the table where her friends were seated. I snarled and barked loudly, making them jump. Objective complete. It still gave me great pleasure to do that to unsuspecting citizens or anyone who dared to get in my way. Fuck, I might be warming to a particular girl, but I never said I was sane.
A piercing ring tone cut through the murmurs of conversation, the tinkering of plates. Normally, I wouldn’t notice, but on this day, something made me look back to see whose phone it was.
My boots froze as my gaze latched onto the pretty girl with the black, curly ponytail. She had the phone pressed against her ear, and the color ran from her already pale cheeks.
I watched her closely, nodding, barely speaking, shoulders tensing, and it appeared to be someone she wasn’t friendly with.Her eyes lifted and locked onto my gaze, and never once did she flinch.
It was then that I knew who the caller was.
I left the dining hall and messaged Sick and Ez:Police have contacted her.
A reply didn’t come in until I was almost at Scholars, and it was a call from Ez.
“Sup?” I expected him to ask about the phone call Adina received from the police and maybe be a little anxious about it.
“Where are you?” he blurted bluntly as the sound of drawers being opened and slammed shut played out in the background.
“Have you lost something?” I assumed.
“Yeah, the gun,” he barked, stressed. “I lost the fucking gun. It was in my second drawer. I’ve looked in every drawer and in my closet, and I can’t find it. Have you shifted it?”
“No. Bro, why the fuck would I shift it?” he thundered about, heavy footsteps on the floor.
