Page 197 of Boys Who Hunt

Oh shit.

CHAPTER 48

Ivy

I situp straight and scramble off Heath, trying to cover myself up with my hands, but honestly, nothing is left to the imagination.

“What the…” The dean stops in the middle of the room and stares us all down.

Mortified, I swiftly grasp my dress off the floor and put it back on haphazardly even though the straps won’t hold without the zipper being pulled up. My entire skin is flushed red, and I feel so goddamn hot. I wish I could step under a shower made of pure ice. I’d probably settle for a fridge right about now. Not just to cool down in but also to hide in.

“Silas,” the dean grits, his sanpaku, hollowed-out eyes looking ghostly. “Fuck, I should’ve known.”

“What? That I’m just as fucking freaky as you are?” Silas steps away from the pool table, nonchalantly zipping up like he wasn’tjust caught red-handed, while Heath and Max both silently slither off the table and put their pants back on.

“In the fucking game room?” The dean points at the table. “I just had that reupholstered!”

“Relax, it’s just a fucking pool table,” Silas replies.

The dean’s eye begins to twitch as he looks at me. “Who is this?” The dean’s eyes narrow. “Is this what I think it is?”

Silas places a hand on my shoulder and pulls me behind him. “So what if it is? It’s none of your business.”

“It is when you decided to involve your mom’s men,” he retorts. “What the hell were you thinking? Calling them to clean up some bodies in the middle of the street?”

My eyes widen.

Oh God, he knows about the killings.

“What? It’s not like they don’t do that on a monthly basis for her,” he replies.

“Undercover!” The dean points his finger at Silas’s naked chest. “I warned you not to overstep, and you went out there and murdered a dozen people in broad daylight.”

“Actually, it was in the middle of the night,” Max mutters, but after a stern glance from the dean, he immediately raises his hands. “Semantics. Never mind.”

“I told you to control your urges,” the dean hisses at Silas. “You broke our agreement.”

Silas swats his finger away. “I did what I had to. Those men were after her.”

“Then you should’ve calledme,” the dean says with a low tone that brings goose bumps to my skin.

“It’s solved, isn’t it? The bodies are gone. No one noticed.” Silas shrugs.

The dean runs his fingers through his short, dark-brown hair. “Tell that to the lady who lives in the building across the street.”

“Mrs. Schwartz?” I mutter. “She wouldn’t tell a soul.”

His eyes nearly bore a hole into my forehead. “If you want to stay alive, stay away from him.”

Silas’s face contorts. “I might be a fucking psychopath, but I wouldneverlet anyone lay a fucking hand on her.”

I glance his way, my throat suddenly feeling clamped up.

“He’s telling the truth,” Heath says.

“Yet you can’t stop leaving bodies everywhere you go,” the dean says. “Why?”

“To protecther.” Silas’s green eyes flash with obsession, and I suddenly find it hard to swallow.