“I literally brought in brownies today.” Rowan points dramatically at an empty Tupperware dish. “Did you forget already?”
“Brownies aren’t oat bars.”
“Fine, I’ll make oat bars tomorrow.” Rowan sighs, but I spot his secret smile as he ducks his head. “Meet you at Rounds?”
Several yeses chorus back at him. I frown.What the fuck is Rounds?
Rowan isn’t done, smiling beatifically at the man closest to him. “You okay with locking up?”
The guy winks. “Sure thing, boss.”
“Ha,” he says with a smile, and my chest aches more. I rub at it, wondering if I should mention it to one of the others. They’ll probably make me see a doctor. Ansel certainly will if he gets wind of it. Best to keep it to myself in that case. “Not the boss yet.”
He has really nice teeth. I hate that I notice. I shouldn’t be noticing anything about him apart from how fast he might run or how strong he is.
Really strong if he can stay on pointe for as long as he can.
“You will be soon enough,” one of the other male dancers says. “He has to make you the manager eventually.”
“We’ll see about that,” Rowan says lightly, and then with a wave, he slips out the back, leaving me to stare after him. Well, fuck. I completely missed my chance to murder him.
I’ll just have to figure out what the hell Rounds is and meet him there.
I mean, murder him there.
Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
Rounds ends up being a nightclub, where the music is trendy and the alcohol is cheap. It isn’t in the nicest place in town. So murder here will go down easier.
It will be tragic, but not unexpected.
I find Rowan at the bar, his ass out as he leans forward, his hand around a bright, colorful drink.
I watch as he downs it and then pulls someone next to him onto the dance floor, his body moving in a way I can only ever dream of.
Shadows hide me as I keep him in my sights. He and the man are now wrapped around each other. They look good together.I’d look better with him, I think as I clutch my knife tighter.
Perhaps I can kill both of them.
I shake that thought off. I’m not allowed to kill randos because I’m grumpy.
Wylder made that rule.
Fucker.
He’s become more chill since sorting shit out with Neo, but I suspect this is one rule he won’t bend on.
I watch for long minutes, ones that stretch into an hour, my body moving in time with the music bumping the floorboards. It’s hot in here, but I barely feel it under this coat. I can’t focus on anything other than Rowan. The way he smiles. How his hips move. The sweat dripping down his neck.
I think he even clocks me watching him, but I can’t be sure because he turns away too quickly, a smirk on his face.
Either way, it doesn’t matter. Not when I’ve made my decision.
I want to fuck him before I kill him. Want to peel those clothes off and fill his hole with my cum.
Maybe that makes me a twisted fucker, but I’ve never pretended to be sane. Something’s always been a bit screwy in my brain, and that was even before Father got involved.
Rowan turns suddenly and meets my stare. I freeze, unsure of what he’s going to do. But he just winks at me before waltzing off the dance floor. He grabs another drink from the bar before vanishing through a door.
