Page 13 of Boys Who Hunt
The door suddenly opens, and a girl stands frozen in the doorway, staring us down like she walked in on a murder, and I don’t think that’s too far from the truth.
Silas pulls his fingers away from my slit, drops the pipe, and immediately walks away, but not before throwing me a final glare. “I’ll see you soon, twig.”
His tongue dips out to run along the top of his lip like he’s still tasting me. A final lick of the dessert he will devour when he gets the chance.
I gulp as the door shuts behind him, and the girl grabs my shoulder. “You okay?”
I don’t want to involve her in this. Those boys are way too dangerous.
But damn, I’m lucky she came in.
Even though I’m in complete shambles just from the way he touched me.
“I’m fine. He was just messing with me.”
But I’m not fine.
My heart has never beaten faster than it did just now.
I can still feel the wetness he left with those ruthless fingers, still feel his filthy tongue on my skin, leaving a mark of death.
Like a threat …
A promise to ruin me.
CHAPTER 4
Max
I lean backagainst the wall near the main exit of the building and check my watch, breathing out a sigh. They were supposed to be here ages ago. What the hell are they doing?
When I look up again, Silas storms through the hallways, and people actually move aside for him only because they fear being run over. And if there’s one thing you want to avoid, it’s being in Silas’s way.
“You left me!” I lament.
“Oh, get over it,” Silas barks over his shoulder.
“Nice to see you too,” I retort. “Hope it was fun.”
He smacks his fist into the door. “That twig thinks she can get away with it.”
Already at the nicknaming stage? That’s quick. He must really hate her.
But … why?
She’s gorgeous and smart and so very cunning. How does he not immediately fall in love?
We head outside into the sun. Well, it’s more like me following Silas as he rampages around campus, but I like following him and Heath around.
Speaking of …
“Do you know where Heath is?” I ask.
“No. Haven’t seen him.” Silas fishes his phone from his pocket and starts tapping away. “He should’ve been here. I almost had her.”
“Almost.”
He looks up at me and shoots darts with his eyes, making me sidestep. “Maybe ask me to help next time.”