He had taken my virginity and was now MIA.
How cliché of him.
When we were finally able to go back inside the university, Daphne declared we were having a girls’ night in our dorm.
That was fine with me.
I needed something relaxing.
Maybe an Enzo-free night would help me stop thinking about him.
Now, Daphne and I were sprawled out in her nook, her laptop set up on the shelf that was eye level with us, asJohn Tucker Must Dieplayed on the screen.
A plethora of snacks were scattered around us.
When the movie ended, I glanced over at Daphne. “Do you want to be a Fawn?”
Daphne paused mid-sip of her pina colada-flavored wine cooler, puckering her lips as she thought about it. “Honestly, not really. Before Clarissa, I did.” She choked out a laugh. “Can you believe I was actually butthurt when she was chosen and I wasn’t? How stupid was that?”
“Really?” I took a sip of my wine cooler. Mine was supposed to taste like a strawberry daiquiri.
“My mom made it seem like this wonderful thing, and maybe for her, it was. I think the Sons have changed from when she was a Fawn. Sure, they’d put her through mental and emotional hell, but Fawns weren’t fucking dying.” She took a long sip before pointing the glass bottle at me.
“Do you think you’ll ever be chosen?” I rubbed my sock-covered feet together.
“Doubt it. Like I said before, people don’t like me after whatmy father did. His stupid-ass behavior probably saved me from having to go through the mental turmoil of being a Fawn.” She rolled her eyes before running a finger over her eyelashes. “At least that’s one good thing he did for me, I guess.” She smiled at me. “But I do think it was fate that you were placed as my roommate. At least I’m here to help you through it as much as I can.”
I returned the smile, grateful for that. If she hadn’t been here to walk me through some of the things that were happening, then I’d have been lost.
My phone beeped, and I snatched it from beside me.
I hated that my heart skipped a beat, hoping it was something from Enzo. My stomach coiled, and my hands felt clammy around the phone as I read the text.
Unknown Number: All Fawns must die.
I nearly dropped it when it vibrated again.
Unknown Number: All Fawns WILL die.
“What?” Daphne asked, dropping an M&M in her mouth.
I turned the phone to let her read the text. The M&M she was about to eat fell from her hand and onto the bed.
“Send that to Enzo,” she said.
“What?” I asked, looking at the phone again, staring at the text, as if the sender’s information would randomly pop up.
She grabbed the M&M and ate it. “Send that to him. If he doesn’t already have your phone linked to his, he needs to know. That’s fucking scary.”
“Do you think it’s Enzo?”
She shook her head. “If a Son ever said something like that, they’d be kicked out and probably dead. One rule that Sons have: No one fucks with their Fawns and lives to see the next day.”
My eyelids felt heavy, and I struggled to keep them open during my Environmental Science class.
All night, I’d lain awake, unable to drift off to sleep.
I thought about how creepy Saint Vale was.
