“If she isn’t pregnant, she’ll come back to finish her education. So, what are you going to do?”
“I’ll ruin her,” I say, completely serious. “I’ll make sure the bitch regrets the day she was born, and then I’ll do it all over again.”
???
I slam my fists against the door, knocking loudly enough to wake the dead. It took me a solid hour to successfully sneak into the boys' dormitory, and it’s otherwise deadly silent. Soren, for whateverreason, isn’t picking up my calls.
The door swings open, and it’s Kenzo standing in the doorway. His brows lift to his hairline a little, but he doesn’t say anything, stepping aside and letting me pass through.
“Soren,” I approach the man. He’s sitting on the floor, with headphones on, and a controller in his hand. It’s like déjà vu from the beginning of the school year when I barged in when he messed with my grades. All that’s missing is for me to break the TV again.
He doesn’t respond, and with a sigh, I whack the back of his head. He slumps forward, then takes off the headphones, setting them aside with his controller. He turns to face me, anger visible on his face. Then, as soon as he spots me, all annoyed, he relaxes a little, the tension leaving his shoulders.
“Was that necessary, Sloane?”
“Very,” I grit out. “Where the hell is your phone? You haven’t been answering me.”
“I’ll just…” Kenzo pauses, grabbing his coat, “…step outside for a moment, yeah? Try not to break this one as well, Sophia. We just got it.”
He glances between Soren and me, one last time, before shaking his head in something I can only describe as amusement, then dipping out of the room, closing the door behind him.
My attention is back on Soren, who stands up. He stretches, lifting his arms above his head, his lower stomach peeking as the shirt rides up. My eyes zero in on the ink that decorates his flesh, but I force myself to keep my mind on track, flicking my eyes back up to meet his.
I want to discuss the Damien thing, too, but all of a sudden, it’s like all reason vanishes from my mind.
Soren lifts an amused brow, a smirk lingering on his lips. “Take a picture, it’ll last you longer.”
“Oh, I have plenty of pictures you haven’t even seen.”
He frowns. “Do I want to know?”
“Do I want to know what you’ve done with the underwear you’ve stolen from me?”
A beat of silence.
“Point taken,” he snorts, then walks toward the window, opening it ajar. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, lights one, then extends the pack for me to take. It’s the exact same brand I’m using, and with a sigh, I take one, standing next to the window by his side.
“Did you see it?”
“See what?”
I look out the window, the dark night falling over the academy. Harsh January wind manages to sneak through the crack, and I shiver involuntarily. Without looking at Soren, I take a drag of the cigarette, letting the nicotine fill my lungs.
“Why did you beat Damien up?”
“Because I said I would,” he responds almost immediately. “He got off easy, if you ask me. I said I’d break his arms and legs. I held myself back for your sake.”
A scoff slips me, and I turn to look at him. “Don’t you dare say it was for my sake. You can’t do that to people!”
“Evidently, I can,” he responds, nonchalantly. “That was a warning. For both of you. If you allow another man to get as close as Damien did, who knows what else I might do?”
The threat doesn’t go unnoticed by me, and I take a deep breath. It’s irritating how no one can reason with Soren, and I know better than to provoke the beast inside of him. So, no matter how terribly I’m feeling about Damien, I choose to let go of the topic andswitch to the more pressing matters.
“Sawyer and Astrid got married.”
The silence is deafening. Soren’s shoulders tense, cigarette hanging between his lips. Slowly, he takes a drag, his eyes burning into the side of my face. He doesn’t move a single inch, the cloud of smoke leaving past his lips.
“Repeat that.”
