I arch a brow.
“Perhaps, he will even allow you a phone.”
Something splits in me, a flurry of hope, and a sudden crashing of loathing.
“Lucky me,” I gush, then end with a face. “A leash of diamonds is still a leash.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Will you want a pretty collar to go with it?”
Before I can retort, a woman’s voice snakes through the aisles. “Sinclair?”
My frown turns around his arm to the exit, the gap between two shelves that leads to more shelves, and a spiralling labyrinth of books.
“Dray Sinclair?”
The clipped steps on the floorboards are growing louder, closer, with determination.
I don’t know how this woman is having such ease at finding us, finding Dray in this maze, but she is gaining on us.
Her print, maybe, is to locate. To track.
The hope springs up in my chest.
An escape.
Headed right my way.
Dray traces my gaze to the exit, and he hums.
It steals me back to the old Faculty Quarter, when he had me up against the wall, tasting me, and the only thing that pulled him away was Melody’s call as she searched for him.
The scoff jolts me.
I guess the reason he’s in the library in the first place is that woman. A fling, a hookup.
I run him over with a dark look.
How so many of the women at this school can fall into his arms, or onto his dick, just turns my stomach—and baffles me.
I get the appeal of Dray, physically.
If he wasn’t the worst witch in existence, yes he would be smoking hot. But he is one of those people that are so rotten on the inside that it distorts their beauty.
I can’t wrap my mind around anyone wanting him.
Dray slides his darkening gaze to me—just as the woman finds us and pauses at the exit.
Vaguely, I recognise her, and it takes me a moment too long to place her as one of the administrators from the offices near the headmaster’s office.
So, not a hookup, then.
“Mr Sinclair,” she says, “you are needed with Mr Craven.”
It’s odd to hear him as Mr Sinclair, when I know that to be Harold. But the Mr Craven is what snares me.
“Oliver?” I ask, a stupid look on my face.
Dray lets a dark smile slink over his pink mouth. “Your father.”
