I knew what I’d find before I even saw the neon-yellow tape on Haven’s door.
It’s unlocked, and all it takes is a light tug on the tape to open a gap large enough for me to step through.
This wasn’t a break-in.
Ransacking someone’s room to find valuables is one thing. Whoever did this wasn’t looking for money or jewelry.
They—he—sought catharsis.
Haven’s mattress is slashed.
The duffel bags on the floor have been split open. Tattered, ripped clothes spill out like polyester intestines.
Revenge masked as vandalism.
There’s only one person I know who’s remotely capable of this level of malicious destruction.
Question is, what pissed off Kai this much?
But it’s not a matter of what, is it?
It’s a matter of who.
I’d love to let this play out a little longer, see how badly my pets maim each other before I step in, but it might be time that I intervene in this clusterfuck of a relationship. Wouldn’t want them ripping themselves apart before I can.
I take my phone out of my pocket and access my hidden apps folder as I turn to leave. If Kai took something, it wasn’t of import to me.
I’m almost at the foot of the stairs when I hear the kitchen door open. Guess someone else knows where the spare key is. I hesitate, listening intently, then slowly retreat up the stairs, avoiding the creaky one.
I’d rather not have to explain my presence to a vapid sorority girl right now. Especially if there’s a chance she might burst into tears or something equally hysterical.
I plan to slip into a room until I can leave undetected, but then I hear a familiar sigh.
Haven appears on the stairs a moment later, limpingandwearing some jock’sfootballjersey.
Fuck, she’s a mess.
Traces of makeup smudged into her lower lashes, hair chaotic.
But she’smymess, and I’m not going anywhere until I know who the fuck thought they had the right to dress her intheirclothes.
Chapter 65
Bastian
The way Haven flinches when she sees me sets my predatory heart racing. The way her big, blue, beautiful eyes widen has my cock hardening behind my pants.
But it’s the sudden change in her that’s most gratifying. As her shock fades into resignation, her muscles go slack and her breath comes out in a long, quiet sigh.
Physically, she’s outmatched.
Mentally, she never stood a fucking chance.
I’ve backed her into a corner, and now’s the time to find out if she’ll fight, or play dead.
She watches me warily as I step closer, her hands slowly curling into fists.
“Let me out, or I’ll scream.”
