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“It’s Kit,” she says. “Why the hell is Kit calling me?”

They hooked up. I feel a pang of jealousy, but it melts away when I see Clover’s face contort in pain.

“Bring her over,” Clover says, her voice shaking. “Now, Kit.”

Chapter Sixty-One

Kola

“That’s it, I’m taking you back to your dorms and I’m going to have Clover and Thomas talk some sense into you. They’re calling Sylvia,” Kit snaps. “Now come.”

I’m not going with him and I’m not going to let Kit Barclay tell me what to do. Jamal’s nursing his nose against the wall and groaning. I don’t want to stand here arguing with Kit Barclay and he’s in my way.

“I’m not reporting him. He didn’t hurt me, I’m fine.”

“I know what I saw,” Kit roars.

“You fucking hit me!” Jamal screams at him. Kit ignores Jamal. He has terrifying demon blue eyes, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen to Kit. He’d better watch himself.

“I’m not doing anything. Let me go. It was just a misunderstanding.”

“Why the fuck are you protecting him?” Kit yells. He’s red in the face and I don’t know why the hell he’s getting so angry. Nothing happened. Jamal tried to hurt me, but it didn’t work and I don’t want to get in any more trouble this semester. Why can’t Kit accept that.

“I’m not!”

Jamal whimpers again, this time earning him Kit’s ire.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Kit yells at him. “You’ve done enough.”

Jamal curses Kit out under his breath and leaves the room. I can’t deny that my shoulders visibly relax once Jamal’s gone. What the hell just happened? Did I lead Jamal on or something? I’m shaken and I definitely think what just happened is my fault.

Once he’s alone with me, Kit grabs my shoulders and looks at me with rage, as if he has any real right to get so angry.

“What did he bloody do to you? What happened?” Kit snarls. His face turns beet red. White boys and their shapeshifting skin… not my thing.

“It’s none of your white business.”

Kit rolls his eyes. “Don’t you dare,” he snarls. “Don’t you dare. He was assaulting you.”

“I’m fine.”

“We’ll see about that.”

His grasp tightens around my forearm. “Kit, let go of me!” I shriek. He completely ignores my request and drags me out of the gym as I try to fight him off. He drags me to a green sports car sitting in the parking lot.

“I’m taking you back to the dorms, so get in the fucking car.”

“Are you really going to kidnap me?!”

“Jamal hurt you, Kola. I tell you we should call the deans, we should do something and you refuse. Why? Seriously, why!?”

“I told you it was a misunderstanding and he probably didn’t mean⁠—

“He would have raped you!” Kit yells.

“You are way too angry about this,” I snap back. “I’m only getting in your car because I don’t want to walk back alone.”

“I don’t care why, as long as you fucking do it. I’m calling Clover the second I’m sure you won’t bolt.”