Page 128 of Boys Who Hunt
“But Xavier isn’t even in the Skull and Serpent Society …” I say.
With her lips smashed shut, she just eyes me and then averts her gaze to a bunch of muscled masked dudes standing near the door, chatting with new guests.
“Is it Levi?” I mutter.
Aspen smashes her hand in front of my mouth. “He’ll hear you. Don’t summon him.”
I laugh when she finally removes her hand. “Over this noise?”
“You don’t know him. He has ears like a hawk.”
I glance at the boys, who sometimes glance back, and every time they do, Aspen disappears either behind me or behind Océane.
“Why don’t you just talk to him?”
Her face turns white as snow beneath the mask. “Ha-ha, absolutely not.”
“They used to be best friends,” Océane says. “Or so I’ve been told because I see none of it.”
“We grew apart.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. As long as no one draws attention, he won’t notice me, and I can just enjoy the night.”
But I can’t stop staring at the three dudes in the doorway, with their lean-cut muscles and olive skin. One has short pitch-black hair and icy-gray eyes, while the other has curly blond hair and such an androgynous-looking face, I’m mesmerized. The third has black hair, a middle-parted fringe, and a scorpion tattoo.Levi. But I don’t recognize the others.
“Who are those other guys?” I ask.
Océane throws her arm over my shoulders. “The blond guy with the curly hair, the sharp cheekbones, and the bushy brows, that’s Orion. He’s in the Tartarus House, though. The guy standing next to Levi, the one with the broad shoulders and that blackout tattoo on his neck and arms, is Apollo. He’s in the Phantom Society.”
“Apollo?” I snort as I take a look. “What kind of a name is that?”
“Oh yeah, it gets worse,” she says. “His younger brother’s name is Atlas, but he’s not here at the university yet. Their parents obviously went with a theme.”
“Greek gods?” I make a face. “Cringe.”
“They act like they are, though,” Aspen says, ogling her eyes out. “And look at those muscles. I can’t remember Apollo being this … well-endowed.”
“Girl, you grew up with them. What do you even mean?” Océane jests. “Your parents are friends.”
“That doesn’t mean I saw them every day. Maybe every other month. I’m just saying … he filled out.” Aspen bites her lip, then looks at us, giggling. “What? A girl can fantasize about anyone and anything.”
“Right.” Océane rolls her eyes. “You just can’t stop drooling over those Torres boys, can you?”
Aspen’s jaw drops. “I amnotdrooling.”
“So wait, those Torres boys, are they all related?” I ask.
“No, Apollo and Atlas are Levi’s cousins,” Aspen says.
“No wonder he’s the only one with a normal name.”
Océane laughs. “Glad I’m not the only one who noticed.”
“I think they’re all fine as fuck,” Aspen says.
“Stop letting those ovaries do the talking.” Océane rolls her eyes.
“Easy for you to say, you already have a boyfriend to jump,” Aspen replies.
“That’s not important.”