My knees hit the edge of the table. “What?”
“Up,” he spat, throwing a clean shirt on my lap.
One of his black shirts.
I crossed my arms, refusing to be humiliated in front of my peersagain.
But like always, I should’ve remembered who I was dealing with.
Enzo snatched the shirt from my lap, draped it over his shoulder, and reached past me. Someone at our table gasped when he grabbed the water flute and poured water over my head.
Cold water hit myface and stole my breath.
I choked on my spit, speechless, as ice cubes scattered across my lap. I blinked back tears as water streamed down my chin.
Everything in the room froze.
Every sound dulled.
Every movement slowed.
Students, teachers, servers—no one dared to move.
Enzo leaned in to brush his lips along my ear. “Uh-oh, Blair. Looks like you’re in need of a dry shirt.”
I wiped water from my forehead to hide my embarrassment.
His voice grew more menacing. “If you don’t get up and follow me right fucking now, I’ll make you strip out of that shirt in front of everyone and change into mine.” He clicked his tongue. “You know I don’t make empty threats.”
Thirteen
Enzo
Rituals were a beautiful thing.
I revered them with the same severity I reserved for threats.
Skipping classes on Fridays was another ritual of mine. Four days a week was more than enough time in academic hell.
Since I wouldn’t see Blair in class, I’d texted Cedric to ask what she wore. To see if my little Fawn had followed my instructions. He’d replied with a photo of hernotwearing my shirt.
It seemed her near-drowning experience hadn’t been persuasive enough to teach her obedience. I had no tolerance for unruly Fawns.
They made me look weak. Lower-ranking Sons looked up to me. The Elders watched my every move to make sure I was fit to be in charge.
Blair’s pathetic excuse of following Arisono’s rules meant nothing to me.
My rules outweighed hers. Outweighed everyone’s.
Everyone watched Blair stand, grab her bag, and leave the cafeteria with me. I loved the way her cheeks reddened. My cock twitched at how her soaked shirt clung to her body, and her nipples poked through the wet fabric.
I needed to see them in person before I lost it.
Needed to wrap my lips around them because it was all I’d thought about last night.
My pace was so quick that I was surprised my shoes didn’t fly off my feet. Like last night, idiots stared.
Blair struggled to match my speed. “Where are we going?” she called out.
