“Yes. Unfortunately.” She says.
The headmaster lets out a tsk. “Now, none of that. Please have a seat.”
She hesitates before reluctantly sitting in the plush chair next to me as we face the headmaster’s desk.
“Nice digs.” She says glancing around. “I’m glad you got rid of that trash chair that was here before, but can I ask what I’m doing here?”
“Salem, I understand it’s been a difficult year and there has been some animosity between you and Emmet here.” Salem’s jaw twitches as she grinds her teeth together. I can only imagine how much it’s killing her to have to sit here next to me. How it feels to have no one outside of our house believe her story about being kidnapped.
“I’d say that’s an accurate observation.” She retorts with a pop of her gum at the end of her sentence. Headmaster Hart’s left eye twitches. It’s clear he’s a man used to getting his way and demanding respect.
“Good, then I can assume we’re all on the same page. See, I’d hate to see anything come between you and that degree you’ve been working so hard at earning. You’re a bright girl, Salem. Good grades so far this year, and an impeccable family lineage.”
“What does my family have to do with anything.”
He gives her a smile, “Nothing. Just stating facts. Well, I hope the two of you can find a way to cohabitate again. No dramatic incidents. I’d hate to see everything you’ve worked for be ripped away from you, Salem.”
“Is there a reason I’m the only one you’re talking to right now?”
“Emmet’s already agreed to be more than civil with you and everyone else at the house. Unfortunately, your original room is still damaged, so you and your roommate will have to remain at the fraternity for the time being. Do I have your word that you two will get along like adults from here on out?”
I look at Salem and swear I see her eyes flash black as she answers yes to him. I blink hard focusing in on her face. No fucking way.
I think I just figured out where the headmaster’s demon went to, and it’s sitting right next to me.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
LUKAS
SONG: PANIC ATTACK BY LIZA ANNE
Iwake with drool crusted down my face. I don’t know how long I’ve been out. The last thing I remember was trying to get a refill of beer in the kitchen. I rub at my pounding head and sit up slowly. My throat feels like sandpaper. I grab my phone, which is plugged in next to my bed. Huh. I don’t remember doing that or how I even got back up to my room.
Checking the time, I realized it is already Monday afternoon.
What the actual fuck?
The party was on Friday.
I rub my eyes and refocus them on my screen. I type in my password, unlocking my phone.
I glance over at Skye’s made bed and wonder where the hell she’s been this whole time.
Fuck, I know the answer to that. The memory of her moaning from Graham’s room comes slamming back into my mind.
“Shit!” I yell out, throwing my phone into my bed.
I stand up and feel like I’m about to collapse. My muscles shake as I stumble out of my room and down to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face and stare into the mirror.
I look like hell. My breath smells like hot garbage and my armpits are ripe.
I can’t believe I passed out for that long.
I manage to clean myself up, taking a shower and brushing my teeth. The house sounds empty. Everyone must be at class already. I know I’ve already missed several of mine.
I run back to my room- towel wrapped around my lower half. My energy has perked up some, but I’m extremely aware of the hunger gnawing at me.
I get dressed in my school uniform, grab my phone, and find some food and water to shove down.
