Bound (Highgate Preparatory Academy, #2)

by Rosa Lee

I know he enjoys watching and ordering us around. Although this will be Kai’s first multiplayer—snort—event too...

“I’m up for your dick in my chocolate starfish.” “Loki!” I chastise, my nose wrinkling as my head whips round. “What? Would you prefer my ham flower? Or maybe the Hershey highway? The brown puckered eye?” Tears of laughter are streaming down my face, even as I cringe, and I look to Kai, finding him in a similar state, the darkness of moments ago gone, as he laughs at his friend.

Once I’ve gotten over the fact that Loki just called his arsehole Gary—

He told me that you need a playlist for every occasion; from torture to chilling on the beach.

You are worth everything, my love,” I tell him fiercely, feeling his fingers digging into my thighs as I speak. “Every drop of love, every-fucking-thing. You are mine, Kai, as I am yours, and nothing on this earth will change that. Understand?”

Then he proceeds to make good on his promise, taking care of me thoroughly and showing me that he is a man of more than just words. If only he would believe mine.

“The light you have in you shines so brightly, is so strong, that you can take any amount of darkness, and burn it away. People often mistake goodness as a weakness, but you are stronger than all of us, my darling. We would truly be lost without you.”

I feel like I’ve loved you for my whole life, Lilly,” he whispers back, his own voice just as choked as mine. “I just needed to find you.”

know that this is just one moment in my history. It doesn’t define me, and it won’t be like this forever. The world keeps spinning, new things on the horizon.

“I hurt when you do, baby.”

“‘Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.’”

Stepping forward, I walk to Mum’s grave, kneeling down to place my hand on the headstone. “I’m going to be alright, Mum,” I tell her, my eyes welling up once more. “They’ll look after me.”

I’d call that a successful introduction. After all, they didn’t threaten to kill her.

People think that he’s the least dangerous of us all, all smiles and flirtatious winks. But in some ways, he’s the worst of our little group. You don’t see the knife coming until it’s buried in your chest, all while he smiles at you like you’re the best of friends, and your death is a big joke.

My smirk is fully in place as I pull away, although it drops slightly when I catch the look of pure unfiltered lust in her eyes. Fuck, that backfired

“Don’t mind him, Ben. He was hit with the arsehole stick on the way up from Hell,”

There will be more bloodshed before this is over. I just wonder how much of it will be ours.