Page 34 of Eat. Prey. Love.
Squinting at her in confusion, I hold my hands up. “Whoa. We didn’t have captains at Cappie. You guys have a captain?”
“Mon Dieu, tu es plus stupide que tu en as l’air.?1”
Her face is a mask of disgust and I’m almost too shocked to answer. Unfortunately, mean girl antics are something I’mfartoo used to. “Look… whoever you are. We didn’t have that position at my old school because we compete individually and honestly, I think it’s stupid. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“You don’t know who Iam?”she practically screeches.
Hera, take the wheel because I am too tired for this shit.
“Nope,” I say with a pop of sass. “No idea.”
Straightening to her full height, the girl suddenly loses all appearance of being tired and wiped out. Her smile is wicked as she tilts her head and bats her lashes. “My name is Fellicia O’ Leary.”
I wrinkle my nose, giving her a blank stare. Even if Iknewwho the fuck that was, I’d never give her the satisfaction. She said it like she was announcing the Queen of England. “And?”
Her voice is a rough whisper when she stalks closer to me, pointing a semi-clawed finger in my direction. “Listen, you waste of space. My father talks, so I know who you are. Since those losers you date killed my exiled brother at the school you destroyed, I’m aware you have protection. But I won’t let you take this from me—I specifically had my shit wiped so I could come here to be the fuckingstar.”
I tilt my head back, looking up at the sky for help, but as usual, no one strikes down the target of my rage with lightning. It’s all such bullshit. When I look back at the wolf, my expression is bored as hell. “Look, Felina, I’m not here to take your spotlight. I’ll compete because I like it and I’m good at it. If you win, you win. But I could give a shit less who your family is, especially the guy my boyfriend beheaded for threatening to rape me after he killed me. So do us both a favor andfuck all the way off.”
She snorts. “Gregor was weak after they exiled him. I’m stronger, especially now that I’m next in line. And it’sFellicia.”
Just fucking fabulous.
“Fine. You do you, boo. I’m going home to eat and catch up on the ungodly amount of work I have to do since I came here mid-semester. We’re done here.”
Before she can spit another insult, I reach inside, asking my bunny to help my speed off. Winking, I take off at a much faster speed than I showed on the track, headed for the library and the safety of my family.
Fitz is going to lose his mind.
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I’m goingto skin that bitch and make a rug out of her hide.
“Fitzy, calm down,” our girl says as she strokes her fingers over my face. “I handled her. The Heathers have given meyearsof practice dealing with some deluded mean girl threatening me.”
Growling low, my arms tighten around her as I bury my face in her neck. She doesn’t understand; I know that. When I was stalking her or when we first got together, I already disarticulated fuckers who upset her.Now, she’s my fuckingmate. Fury is crawling through my veins like a fire out of control and I’m ready to rip the throat out of the first personwho tempts me.
“Love, you have to take a breath. Remember what you did when we first…” Chess flushes and my posture relaxes a tiny bit. He’s not wrong; I was touchy as fuck after I claimed him.
Probably time to make that confession…
“Chessie, I didn’t control it as well as you think.” Baby Girl arches her brow, looking at me suspiciously and I shrug, giving her a roguish smile. “I tore the pits up for weeks so I could control the anger that had me in a choke hold for the first couple… months-ish.”
The cheetah shifter’s jaw drops and he gives me a dirty look. “Fitzgerald Khan. The pits on Bloodstone aredangerous. Peoplediein them several times an hour.”
Felix walks in before I can answer, his expression smug. “Yes, he knows. For a while, they were calling him the Feral Tiger of the Dark Isle in the ambush.”
“That wasyou?!” Chess gapes and my girl giggles—another reason I adore the living shit out of her.
My twin shrugs and drops onto the sofa next to me, his hand landing on Baby Girl’s knee to squeeze it. “Who the fuck else did you think it was, Chester?”
“You.”
I snort, shaking my head. “As if Dear Old Dad would allow his chosen heir to be in those hellholes unless it was some big show for the world. He’s a sadist, but he isn’t stupid. I’m the psycho, Felix is the prince. That’s how it’s always been and always will be, Chessie.”
Dolly clears her throat, her big blue eyes serious. “And you said I’m the Queen, Fitz Khan, so you all have to let me rule my world how I see fit. I can handle this flea-bitten shithead and if I can’t, I willaskfor your help.”
I love the confidence radiating from her, so I can’t deny her the opportunity to prove herself.