Page 92 of Boys Who Hunt
Me: Try me.
I don’t know why I typed that, but it’s too late to unsend it. And judging from the smug look on his face I am already beginning to regret it.
Fuck.
I just invited him to chase me again just like that night in the woods. I should’ve kept my mouth shut after he antagonized me.
I turn around again so I don’t have to look at his psycho face while brewing with hatred.
Psycho: Five p.m. After your classes are done. You’ll be cleaning my room.
Me: I don’t hear a question.
Psycho: It wasn’t one. You need money and I need you to clear your debt. See you tonight, twig.
I turn off my phone before he sends me more lewd messages. Fuck. I really shouldn’t have picked up those papers, but it’s too late now. He’s got his hawk-eyes on me, ready to dig his claws in and pick me up like prey.
But he didn’t mention anything about last night. About me, watching them kill.
So maybe Max really didn’t tell them after all.
Silas
When class is over,I’m almost sad I’m no longer able to antagonize her with just a goddamn look. As I get up to grab my books, my phone buzzes. It’s Dad.
“What?”
“Come to the third floor. I need to speak with you.”
I roll my eyes and click off the convo. Whatever.
I shove people out of the way and get out of class, then head up all the fucking stairs to the dean’s office where my dad’s waiting. He’s leaning against his desk when I close the door.
“What’s up?”
His darkening gaze makes me realize this is serious business.
“Last night, your mom’s men found bones buried in the woods near the house.” His penetrative stare forces me to sit down. “Human bones.” He squints but I stare him down. “Do you happen to know anything about that?”
I shrug. “I don’t fucking know what y’all are up to. What’s it got to do with me?”
“Silas …” he grits. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Lie about what?”
He rolls his eyes. “You think I don’t know what you do? How long do you think we’ve been cleaning up after you?”
I swallow away the nerves.
Fuck.
Was it that obvious?
He grabs a cigarette and lights it right here in the room, taking a deep drag. “You’re callous.”
“It’s gone, isn’t it? No one fucking saw.”
“Our men saw,” he says, taking another drag. “And they will pin this on you if they ever go to the cops.”