Page 92 of Vexatious Queen

The door flung open, and a pissed off guy stood there, glaring at Camden.

“What the fuck do you⁠—”

He stopped when he saw the four of us.

Camden casually crossed his arms. “That’s Trent.”

Trent turned a sickly shade of white. I stepped into the room, and enjoyed how he stumbled back, looking around like he might find a magical wardrobe to another world. It honestly never got old.

Blake closed the door, locking the six of us inside together.

Trent didn’t even wait to see what we wanted before he ran for the washroom. Myles was on him before he made it halfway and drove him to the floor.

“Not a very smart idea there, Trent. Yer lookin’ mighty guilty,” Myles said as he stood and hauled Trent to his feet.

“My roommate will be back any minute,” he stammered.

“And?”

His eyes darted around, and you could almost smell the smoke of the wheel as the mice in his head ran full speed.

“We’re here to have a friendly conversation,” I said, sauntering over to Trent’s desk and parking myself on the edge. I really was slacking. At one point, I’d have known every person and who their family was in the school. But I didn’t have a clue who Trent was.

“You call this friendly?”

He glanced at Myles, who was holding him by the back of the neck and sweater.

“I haven’t crushed yer skull in, so aye, I’d call that friendly,” Myles growled, and Trent turned green. “But the night is young, so anythin’ is still possible.”

I pointed at the chair, and Myles pushed him over. Trent landed hard on the seat. Picking up the bag of closed candy on Trent’s desk, I tore the corner and poured some of the fruity, rainbow-colored pieces into my hand.

“So you don’t think we’re friendly…huh. Liam, am I being friendly,” I asked, as Myles gripped the back of Trent’s chair and he swallowed hard.

Liam smirked from where he stood by the door with Camden and Blake.

“He’s still breathing, so…yes, very.”

“There, see. This is us at our nicest, not everyone is so lucky.”

Popping a few of the candies into my mouth, I let the silence of the room and my hard stare act as a beating. Beads of sweat broke out on Trent’s forehead, and his nostrils flared.

“What…what do you want?” Trent finally got the balls up to ask.

“Trent, what is your family name?”

“Why?”

Myles grabbed Trent by the hair and yanked his head back, putting a knife to his throat. Trent closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Please don’t kill me.”

“You’d look real pretty with a joker smile,” Myles snarled in his ear as he slid the knife along Trent’s skin, the point sitting at the corner of his mouth. I thought the guy was going to piss himself. Myles winked at me, making me smirk. He was laying it on a little thick, but no harm in letting him have a little fun.

His fingers turned white as he held the arms of the chair in a death grip.

“Trent, something you should know about me…I don’t like repeating myself, and I really hate explaining anything to an ignorant freshman who thought he could sell drugs in my school. So, you can either tell me who your family is, or I’ll find out by letting Myles do whatever he wants to you. Then, when you tell me, and you will—I’ll make you watch as I slit your family’s throats in front of you. Which would you prefer?”

“You can’t do this. Wayward is protected ground,” Trent said, but his voice wavered, the fear bleeding through.