Mattie threw her head back and laughed. “How about the fact that when he scored, the first place he looked was at you?”
Well, shit. No point in lying then.
My palm reader buzzed.
Alex:First warning, Violet.
I hit ignore again, quickly moving through the names to my group message with Rafe, Nolan, and Jordan.
Alex wants me to have dinner with him and his parents tonight. Mattie said one of you might have a legitimate excuse I can use not to go. Something that won’t cause wars or get me executed. And… go…
As soon as I hit send, Mattie and I started down the stands, following the cheering crowd. It had been an exciting game, and I was surprised to see Alex exchanging friendly handshakes with a lot of the Australasian team. He clearly knew them from somewhere. Maybe school in his younger years?
I mean, how was it that he could have friends like that, be so personable at times, and then have this straight up asshole streak deep inside.
Growing up with those parents, though, an airhead of a mother, who no doubt was there to chirp about and look pretty, and an evil, arrogant tyrant of a father.
Alex had probably turned out okay, considering the circumstances.
When we were near the exit, my palm reader buzzed.
Angel:Do not fucking leave this stadium.
Jordan’s came a second later.
We got you, sweetheart. Wait for us just inside the main entrance.
Yin and yang at its finest.
Mattie and I waited, crowds pushing past us, already planning how they would celebrate tonight. There was the usual afterparty at Drake’s place and a few other smaller events that would be scattered around to avoid detection. No one showed the sort of tension that was swirling inside of me; instead they looked young and carefree and happy.
I felt like I was a hundred years older than most of them.
“Are you gonna tell them about Claudette?” Mattie asked as we waited, leaning back against the closest wall.
My hand rubbed at the mark on my face, happy to note it barely even hurt now. Nothing more than a surface graze. Sensei had taught me many times that it was sometimes necessary to inflict a small wound on oneself to ensure that you were in the position of control. Of power.
Claudette had learned that lesson today.
“Yeah, might as well. If she decides to go to the dean, I’m gonna need their backup.”
“Can’t go to the dean if she’s dead,” Mattie muttered, straightening as her twin came into sight.
Nolan wrapped his arms around both of us. He was still damp and smelled of his musky aftershave, having clearly jumped in and out of the shower in record time. He wasn’t the only one; Jordan and Rafe arrived seconds later.
Nolan released me so that Jordan could yank me into his arms, his alpha side coming out to play and turning my legs a little weak. Thank fuck the Australasian royals were gone so they didn’t witness a bunch of guys getting huggy with me.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling me back and looking me over.
I nodded. “Yeah, totally fine. I haven’t even seen Alex in person, just got the messages.”
Rafe was a little back, bag slung over his shoulder, eyes like blue glaciers. “What happened to your face?” he asked slowly.
I narrowed my eyes at the observant fucker. Only Rafe would have noticed that tiny mark. “Claudette attacked her from behind,” Mattie said in a rush. She shot me an apologetic look, and I just shook my head.
“Yeah, I was busy at the concession stand. I heard her before she got a hit on me, but I grazed my face getting into a better position to break her thumb.”
Rafe moved then, finally, edging Jordan out of the way. “Should’ve been her neck,” he muttered, lips close to my face. Then he shocked me by pressing them to the graze, just the briefest of kisses, before pulling away.
