Thirty-Two
Blair
Whenever Enzo dragged me somewhere,I felt like I was entering a new world.
Saint Vale existed in its own orbit.
I’d never seen anything like it.
And this was coming from a girl who had grown up in a religious sect that alienated its members from the real world. There were so many new things I experienced after my freedom.
None of them made me feel as alive as this university.
None of them gave me friends.
None of them gave me a sense of belonging.
Even if it was batshit crazy.
But I had been born and raised among madness. It was only fitting that it was where I fit in the best.
I supposed that was the hype around the place.
Why the rich and elite shipped their spawn here.
I stood beside Daphne, the blaring music making it hard for me to think as I took in everything that I could inside the Devil’s Lair. What I’d established now was that this was the hangout for Saint Vale’s most powerful.
While the real world had its divisions, so did the university.
And this right here? This was where only the select lucky few could come. And somehow, I’d found myself in the midst of it all.
Neither of my first two experiences down here had been pleasant. One of them was when Enzo shoved a knife between my fingers repeatedly, and the other when he held a gun to my head.
Fingers crossed tonight, there were no weapons near me.
When my gaze landed on Enzo, it stopped. He, Brooks, and another guy were speaking at the bar. Things looked heated between Enzo and Brooks, and I wished I could inch closer and listen to their conversation.
After a few minutes, Brooks stormed out, leaving the same way Enzo and I had come through.
That seemed to be a pattern with Brooks.
No wonder Daphne hated him.
My attention slid from Enzo to the guy who’d referred to me asFawn who isn’t supposed to be here. He and another guy carried a long table from a closet and began setting it up.
“Who are they?” I asked Daphne.
“Emeri is with Enzo at the bar,” she said before pointing toward the guys setting up the table. “That’s Nico and Cassian. They’re Enzo’s nephews. Both are also Night Sons.”
I recognized Emeri as the guy who’d sat at the table, playing with the Zippo lighter, the last time I was here.
I’d seen Cassian on campus once before. He was taller than the other guys, which had made him stand out when I noticed him walking down the stairs near the vestibule. His thick brown hair was messy, pushed up into different directions.
Nico reminded me of a younger version of Enzo. Also a geekier version. His hair was lighter, longer, and he wore thick, black-rimmed glasses.
“Do they have Fawns yet?” I thought back to how Enzo had said one of them did.
“I think Nico does, but he’s all hush-hush about it, and I’m pretty sure he keeps her chained in a closet somewhere.”
