Page 85 of Heartless Sinner

Before I could tell him it was time to go back to his dorm, he wandered into my bedroom and collapsed on my bed.

I followed him, and “Survivor” by Destiny’s Child played softly from my phone. I paused the music.

“You’re not sleeping here.” I pointed my phone at him, feeling a sense of déjà vu from when he’d done this in Calira. “I’m calling Enzo to come get you.”

Brooks scrubbed a hand through his damp hair. “He won’t.”

“Why?”

“He’s pissed at me.”

That caught me off guard. Brooks, Enzo, and Cedric were as thick as thieves. If one of them was that angry with the other, then they must’ve really screwed up.

He yawned. “Daphne …” My name came out rough with exhaustion. “I can’t go back to my dorm.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I’ll end up hunting Cory down, but this time, I may not stop.”

His admission should’ve had me running from the room. It only made me move closer to him.

I believed him.

“Okay,” I said around a tired sigh. “But you’re not sleeping in the towel.”

He stood and let the towel fall.

I slapped a hand over my eyes and spun around, as if I hadn’t just showered with the man.

“And you’re not sleeping naked!” I stomped to Blair’s closet, stole a pair of Enzo’s shorts she’d claimed as her own, and threw them at Brooks.

He caught them one-handed and pulled them on without a word before making himself comfortable on my bed again. He sprawled across it, long legs stretched out, like he planned to lie there forever.

My brain chose that exact moment to remind me how many times I’d pictured him in this bed while getting myself off.

No, Daphne.

Don’t think of that right now.

I gestured across the room. “You’re sleeping in Blair’s bed.”

A look of genuine offense crossed his face. “Enzo would kill me.” He made a show of fluffing my pillow.

I glared at him. “Then you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“You’d do that to a wounded man?” He pressed a hand dramatically over his bruised chest.

“To a wounded you? Absolutely.”

“You cleaning me up in the shower directly contradicts that statement, Princess.” He crossed his arms behind his head, propping himself up against my headboard.

“Do you have something to drink?” He smacked his dry lips together.

I kicked one leg out. “I can grab you some of that rat poison you tried to pour down my throat.”

“Water, please. I need a drink.”

“And I need my tiara back. Bring it to me, and I’ll get you a water.”