“He doesn’t know anything.”
“Kane knows about this?”
Sam nods but before she can open her mouth to say anything, that incessant phone goes off one more time.
“Please, answer the phone. Whoever that is is desperate to reach you.”
Sam clenches her teeth together, and her shoulders draw up tight. There it is again. That look, like she’s bracing for impact. And the phone keeps ringing. Her whole body hums with tension, locked so tight I can feel it vibrating through my palms.
I might not be the sharpest tack in the box, but anyone can see she’s scared and dodging whoever the hell that is. Without much thought, I drop my hands at my sides and stomp over to her bed in three long strides. Snatching up the phone, I stare at the caller ID. Unknown Caller.
“Who’s calling you?”
She shakes her head. “No one.”
“Sam.” I search her face, that curiosity quickly turning into concern. “Is someone harassing you?”
The screen lights up as I let it ring for a beat, waiting for Sam to answer me. But she doesn’t have to; it’s written all over her face. Heat creeps up my nape and my free hand curls at my side. I answer the call but put it on speaker and don’t say a word.
“I’m going to gut you, you fucking cunt.” The deep voice is full of malice.
Click.
My gaze darts to Sam, my brows pulled together so tight it hurts, and I instantly see red.
I know that voice all too well.
“Why the fuck is Jackson threatening you?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
SAM
The locker room is the loudest it’s ever been, but I’m not sure if it’s the actual volume or if my senses are just that heightened. Then there is also the fact that sleeping last night was out of the question. Alex was so pissed about the call from Jackson that we never got around to making it to that study session.
I mean how could we? He single-handedly dropped a massive bomb on me with his discovery about the offshore account. And after all of that, I am no closer to finding out what the hell is going on.
But there’s one thing that’s starting to come together. Whatever’s going on, whatever happened back when our mothers were students here, it all has something to do with that damn club.
The Aurelian Circle.
And from the sound of things, I was right, Chancellor Williamsburg is wrapped up in it. And maybe the Kincaids, too. It’s the only thing that explains why Mr. Kincaid and the chancellor stepped out of the office that day and let me off the hook.
I scan the space, my eyes landing on Mountain, who’s standing on the other side of the room with his back against the wall. He’s wearing his usual disposition, permanently furrowedbrows, lips pressed thin, arms folded over his broad chest. And while his posture hasn’t changed, his eyes have more expression in them as he stares at me.
We haven’t spoken since that kiss.
Kane moves closer to Mountain. He’s shirtless, his skin glistening even under the fluorescent lighting. He’s taller than the others, not by a lot but it’s noticeable. He, too, is wearing that permanent scowl. I didn’t get what he was so angry about before. But now I understand.
In that alley he filled me in on how his mom has spent more time in that facility over the years than she did at home. And when I asked if the guys knew, he never answered, but his eyes said it all. He was alone in this.
Finally, Kane looks at me, his gaze darkening as a chill runs the length of my spine. I’m sure it’s because of seeing me with Alex and Mountain. He’s jealous, and oddly enough, I like it. Knowing that I make him like that does something to me.
I blink to clear my head, try to look away, but neither he nor Mountain breaks their stare. It doesn’t matter that there’s a locker room full of guys, or that all it would take is for one person to catch the glances between us and find a way to use it against me. Many of them already think I injured Jackson. I can hear the rumor mill now:Slutty Sam, Puck Bunny of the Year.
I shake my head and try to focus on my task. But then the hairs on my neck rise. I snap my head just in time to watch Alex walk into view, his green eyes locked onto mine. His usually arrogant grin is replaced with a clenched jaw. Alex peers at Kane and Mountain before bringing his attention back to me. His shoulders tense, and it feels like he’s questioning me.
Me? Or them?I can hear loud and clear even though he never opens his mouth.
