“No, you’re adults who don’t understand that they could get the family killed,” he growls.
I suck in a breath through my nostrils. “You know, I heard you were once a killer yourself. My own mother told me how you and your little gang once tried to save her from the Bones Brotherhood, and that she took care of them herself. Yet here you are, sitting in your chair all high and mighty, trying to tellme, the daughter of an infamous female serial killer, that I’m not allowed?”
“I made a fucking deal!” he yells, shocking even me.
I glare at him for a good five seconds as he regains his composure.
“What deal?” I grit.
But he refuses to answer me, keeping his lips sealed.
Of course.
“You have to stop, goddammit,” he says after a while. “Stop. Before it’s too late.”
“Too late for what?”
His nostrils keep flaring, and I can see he’s very much on edge.
“The police can suck my tits,” I say, sticking up my middle fingers.
“This is far beyond what the police can handle,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s referring to the people I kill or me.
“Let’s fucking see then,” I quip.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and I look up.
“This couldn’t come at a far worse time,” Dean Felix says, and he gets up from his chair to open the door.
“What do you want?” he barks.
His shoulder is gripped by a hand, and he’s pushed aside, and none other than Atreus fucking Foley steps into Felix’s office like he owns the goddamn place.
When his eyes settle on me, I stand from my chair, knocking it onto the floor. My eyes dart from every corner to the only exit, where he blocks my path, nerves scattering about.
I’m fucked.
Absolutely fucked.
His eyes narrow, his lip twitching into a devilish lopsided grin.
Fuck.
He’s here for me.
“I already agreed to your cops flooding my campus. What more do you want?” Felix growls at Foley.
“I’m not here for you,” he says, still keeping his gaze fixated on me. “I want to have a chat… withher.”
I swallow, the gravity of his words slowly sinking.
I wasn’t fucking done yet. None of this is going according to plan.
How did he fucking find me?
“Give me one good fucking reason,” Dean Felix retorts.
The two square up, muscle against muscle. “I don’t need to. This campus is now under my watch, and as such, I have the right to interrogate anyone. And it is now her turn.”
