Page 9 of Boys Who Hunt
I take a step back and look up into those same soul-crushing hollowed-out eyes that mirror Silas’s, and my God, the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree … except for the height difference. And the hair.
“Ivy Clark?” the dean says with a stoic face—like he’s asking me if that’s my name even though he apparently already knows.
Silas’s nostrils flare at the sound of my name.
Fuck. I really did not want that out there for him to know.
He jerks free of his father’s grip and marches off without another word. “See you later, twig.”
The dean waits until he’s out of view before he continues, “Better stay away from trouble like him if you wanna finish your studies at this university.”
I laugh it off like it’s no big deal even though the pressure is real. “Yeah, of course.”
But it’s already too late for that. Silas and I have become more than well acquainted after I stole his shit. He just doesn’t know it yet.
The dean nods and walks off like he has nothing more to say, and every crowd he passes through separates for him like he’s goddamn Moses himself. Two decades have passed, and his name still holds power in these halls.
His offspring is just as infamous, if not more dangerously unhinged.
And I don’t understand why he would let him reign these college grounds like he’s the goddamn king.
I walk down the halls to my classroom and make my way inside, sitting down on the seat in the front so I can hear the professor best. But when I look around the room and see Silas and his friend Max sitting in the back, my veins run frigid.
We share a fucking class too?
Max
The girl sittingin the front of class is so gorgeous, both my eyesandmy heart have to do a double take. Her dark-brown hair tumbles over her short white woven top as she types something onto her phone, and she throws it back, allowing me to marvel at her beautiful face with sculpted cheekbones, a sharp nose, and thick, downturned red lips.
Wow.
I tilt my head to watch her put down her bag and take out a few books, her round ass making me lick my lips. I shake my head and close my eyes.
Maybe someday I’ll have the same courage Silas has and ask someone like her out on a date. Not that he dates, but he has the arrogance of someone who does.
Anyway, for now, I’ll pine over someone I couldn’t possibly have anyway.
The girl in front of the class suspiciously homes in on Silas with narrowed eyes, and I immediately look away, feeling the heat.
“Jesus, Silas. You got girlfriends who despise you everywhere, don’t you?”
“What?” he snarls back, refusing to look up from the desk where he’s torturing a tiny bug by pinning it to the wood with his knife while it’s trying to fly away. I don’t know why, but I can’t stop focusing on the bug trying to desperately get away from him.
“That girl …” I whisper, trying to point at her without making it obvious I’m pointing at her.
He plucks at the insect’s wings. “I’m busy.”
“Okay, fine. Never mind.” I roll my eyes.
She’s already turned her gaze to the professor again, writing down notes as he begins to speak, and she tucks her hair behind her ear as if to listen better to his words. She reaches into her bag, and as she lifts out a book, I spot something glinting in her ear, with the same kind of skin color and wire as …
My eyes widen.
“The hearing aid.”
Silas immediately rips the knife out of the bug, and it zooms off with damaged wings, surviving the worst kind of predator it could ever meet.
The knife lands against my neck, and I gulp at the feel of the blade against my skin.