A gust of wind hit me, and my teeth chattered harder as he stood.
I watched him, confused and in awe, as he unbuttoned his black button-up. The fabric was as wet as mine, clinging to hismuscles. I flinched when he knelt to drape the shirt over my shoulders.
Suddenly, I wasn’t as cold as before. Eyeing him, I was the one biting into my lip now.
“Wear this tomorrow,” he demanded. “Make sure it’s dry and wrinkle-free.”
With that, he turned and walked away toward the steps. He didn’t look back at me as I sat there, drenched and humiliated.
My teeth rattled as I scrambled to my feet and hurried after him.
Not only did I not want to be out here alone, but I also needed heat and dry clothes before my body shut down.
We climbed the steps in silence, Enzo way ahead of me, but halfway up, I would swear he slowed so I didn’t fall too far behind.
I hated that I clutched his shirt tight around my body for warmth.
By the time I reached the top step, I was positive I’d have a nasty case of pneumonia tomorrow.
Still ahead of me, he opened the door and allowed it to shut in my face.
My shoulders sagged as I opened it again.
Just when I thought my night couldn’t get worse, it did.
When I walked inside, Headmaster Arisono stood mere feet away.
Enzo whistled and walked right past her, like her little strike rule didn’t apply to him.
“Blair, that’s strike two,” she stated firmly.
Daphne dropped her phone on the bed when I returned to our dorm. “I hope the reason you’re soaked is that you took a shower in someoneelse’s dorm.”
“I wish,” I grumbled, kicking the door shut with my wet sneaker and flinging his shirt across the room. My body was already sore from what happened outside. “Enzo decided I needed to taste the fountain water.”
Water slid down the sleeves of my coat and dripped from every inch of me. I unlaced my shoes and kicked them off. One hit the wall. The other landed on my bed.
Daphne sprang off her bed to grab the hair dryer from the vanity before I could even ask for it.
I peeled out of the wet clothes and changed into dry pajamas. My movements were so slow, as if the cold water had frozen my brain.
It was official. I was Enzo’s Fawn.
The only other option had been death.
Headmaster Arisono’s words brought another wave of nausea.“Blair, that’s strike two.”
Like last time, she hadn’t asked if I was okay.
She also hadn’t reprimanded Enzo. Just me.
That proved again that he’d always be in charge.
“Sit.” She patted the chair in front of the vanity.
I sank into it, my body slouching.
As the warm air from the hair dryer touched my scalp, the muscles knotted under my skin loosened. I coughed, still feeling water lodged inside my chest.
