“The one with guards posted outside it last night? That's crazy. I heard it was reserved exclusively for?—”
“The Untouchables,” Wren blurts. “Yeah, it is.”
My heart begins to slam against my ribs, my breath shaky and halting across my suddenly dry tongue.
Galina frowns. “Wait, and you said the guy in theScreammask?—”
“Went right in,” Wren nods.
The floor shifts beneath me.
Lucia giggles. “So which of The Untouchables was walking around in aScreammask?”
The black ooze floods my reality as invisible hands wrap around my throat.
The better question is,which of The Untouchables chased me through the dark with a hunting knife and made me come harder than I ever have before?
“Lochlan, maybe?”
Lucia’s gone back to her dorm to knock out some homework. The four of us that remain are heading down the white gravel path past the old ruins of Hawthorne Hall. Wren and Galina have a Poli. Sci. quiz next week they’re going to study for at Ravencroft Library. And Arianna is meeting a friend from The Reckless at Knightsblood Commons, the dining hall, to catch up over a late dinner.
To my horror, the subject my friends have decided to talk about enroute is which of The Untouchables was “goofing around” in aScreammask last night.
“I mean, he’s kind of a goof, right?” Arianna asks, meaning Lochlan.
Wren shakes her head. “Goof? I mean, compared toJude, sure. But that’s not saying much.”
“Actually, would he really wear aScreammask to his own party?” Arianna says.
“I don’t know,” Galina grins. “If my bone structure wasthat good, there’s no way I'd cover it up.”
I laugh nervously with the others.
Can I see Lochlan Kildare brandishing a knife?
For some reason, even though I don’t know him, I can’t.
“Ronan?” I ask hesitantly.
Was it Lochlan's younger brother?
Wren shakes her head. “Not tall enough. This guy wastall.”
Tell me about it.
“With like, really muscled arms and big hands.”
Heat pools between my thighs.
Yeah, really big…
“Were his hand and fingers tattooed?” Arianna the detective suddenly asks.
No, they were not, my inner voice says with authority.Trust me, I'd know.
Wren shakes her head.
“Okay, so not Drago.”
