Make Your Move (Hannaford Prep, #2)

by J. Bree

I wonder how Ash feels about this and then I remember he’s a dick and I don’t care what he thinks.

Pass the bleach, I want to die.

“Roses? Seriously? He’s as clueless as the rest of the boys trying to court you.” I pause as I pull my booty shorts on. “Who the fuck is trying to court me?”

“She took down Rory. Don’t baby her like we do Avery, she doesn’t need it.”

“The mistake you made was thinking the guys who beat you are the predators.”

It's only in the black light that you can see the ink that covers me. The skeletal structure I've had tattooed to my skin, the jaw opening wide etched in my cheeks with vicious teeth. Every inch of my body is covered in the whorls and arches that imitate the pelt. The black light shows that underneath the human facade I wear the truth of who I am. The Wolf.

Avery is standing at the bench grinning at me like a maniac. Like the Joker and the Cheshire Cat had a secret love child and named her Avery fucking Beaumont.

I try to file that away in my brain for later but I think I’ve lost the filing cabinet. I think the office is closed for maintenance. I hope they repaint.