I immediately doubt myself because…really?
But then he slides his hand over the wood and silently closes the door.
“You can try to run from me,” he murmurs, his eyes sliding down to my bare legs and working their way slowly back up. “You can even try to hide.”
I retreat when he advances on me, taking barely three steps before I crash into the nightstand.
“But this is always how it will end, girl. You, with me.”
Chapter 64
Bastian
I flick my finger against the bright yellow police tape barring Haven’s room. The dean sent an update to all faculty members early this morning, informing them of last night’s break-in at the Gamma Alpha Zeta house.
Whilst I was glad my curiosity was finally sated, the explanation didn’t sit well with me. I kept wondering why Haven was booking it from the scene of a crime last night.
Not exactly the actions of an innocent person.
That she disappeared inside Kai’s frat house made me even more suspicious.
I spent most of the evening trying to convince myself not to come down here again. Curiosity clawed at me the whole night, forcing me to toss and turn when all I wanted was a decent night’s sleep.
Instead, I snorted coke at thirty-minute intervals and wrote a scathing letter to my mother I know I’ll never send.
I’ve written her stacks over the years.
It’s supposed to be cathartic, but it only ever feels like digging up a corpse and taking a good hard whiff.
Fuck knows why I still do it.
When the sun rose, and I was still awake, still wired, still desperate to know what the hell the cops were doing outside this sorority house last night…I forced myself not to drive over here.
Instead, I took a shower, got dressed in chinos and a black cashmere shirt, and prepared next week’s lecture. I already have notes from the previous year’s classes, but there’s always room for improvement.
Things were going so well for me.
Then I got that message from the dean about the break-in.
Next thing I know, I’m in my Tesla, flying down Earl Avenue at sixty miles an hour, nauseated by the gasoline backdrip of a fresh line of coke.
I thought I’d be walking into a sorority house filled with anxious girls and annoyed security, but when I let myself in the back door after no one answered my knock, I found the place empty.
No sign of visible forced entry.
Everything in its place.
Downstairs, that is.
So I headed upstairs, receiving an extra-strength dose of déjà-vu from Tuesday.
But there was no chance of finding Haven in her room today. I could tell the house was empty. The rooms, unoccupied.
I assume everyone is still at whatever frat or sorority house they slept over at, recovering from hangovers. Which means there’s little chance of being interrupted soon.
The Greek system is nothing but a bunch of entitled kids forming rebellious syndicates so they can party and fuck and bully as much as they want to without consequences.
AHC tolerates them like any other college, because it’s easier to clean up their messes than deal with the backlash of putting an end to an age-old tradition. Especially since cleaning up thosemesses involves money, and parents are generous when their children have misbehaved.
