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“That’s Liam Walcott, Gallows Hill's resident flirt. I’ve heard he’s slept with almost every single willing girl on the entire campus. All have nothing but glowing reviews, I guess.”
“It means, if a teacher is looking at you the way I am, you should definitely report them.”
Asher seems to have every bit the arrogance and controlling nature that my father possesses. So though he’s, in a sense, a new enemy, this is an old game. One I’ve been playing my whole life.
She is not even close to the first student to try to gain my attention, but she sure as shit is the first that’s succeeded. Fuck, she has more than just my attention.
“I could never and will never get over you, Skyla. I’m already fucking sunk. My life is literally on the line here, yours too, but I’m here. I’m thinking about you in ways I shouldn’t, holding you like you’re mine to keep. I can honestly say that I don’t see a reality where you won’t be my every moment’s desire.”
My lip curls up at that, anger pulsing through my body at the thought of him touching her, kissing her. Doesn’t everyone understand that she is clearly mine? She’s not ready for me yet but she will be, soon, and when she is, I’ll hack off every limb belonging to anyone that’s ever touched her.
“I thought the Brethren weren't a cult, this is feeling very cultish.” “It’s not,” Asher, Liam and I say simultaneously, while Griggs says, “It is.”
“My fiancée is off-limits. If you look at her, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out. If you talk to her, I’ll cut out your tongue. And if you touch her,” I say, allowing a feral growl to rip through my chest as I chuckle. “I’ll fucking kill you,”
‘What if you could be enough? What if having you and you having her was all you two needed?’ I squashed that inner voice to dust, because we both know that’s not how that would go down. I want to be selfish. I want to steal her away from all of them, keep her tucked away and safe. It’s obvious that currently, there isn’t any room in her heart for me. There’s no room left.
“Go ahead, baby. Make Griggs come. You’ve got a fucking line,” he smirks, like the cheeky asshole he is.
“Give me something that’s just for us, Asher. Please.” The whimper in my please seems to snap any resistance he had. His lips close the distance, pressing fully against my own.