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My fingers dig into the palm of my hand, and I turn around and waltz off before I combust.
CHAPTER 39
Ivy
I roll aroundand look at Cora’s little sleep-drunk face as the morning sunlight trickles in from the window in the back. She slept well in her own little bed. I’m surprised. She normally hates to fall asleep without me. But maybe this slight change in surroundings has done her good.
I mean, she loved splashing in the bath last night. Not to mention these beds. God, they feel so nice compared to our own. And I bet that’s part of the reason she slept like a log.
Sweet girl. I just hope being here won’t destroy her. She’s far too young to witness the things those boys do in the name of …
What, exactly?
Why did they save me?
I mull it over for a second. They already got everything they wanted out of me, and now my secret’s out in the open too. I always assumed they’d laugh the moment they found out aboutCora, but the dead-serious looks on their faces caught me off guard.
Even Silas and Heath were adamant about bringing me here despite the fact they’ve been the ones trying to punish me the most.
And then there’s that kiss Silas gave me in my bathroom, the one that completely stole my breath away … and made me yearn for more.
I swallow and turn on my back to stare at the ceiling, trying to decipher my own feelings, but it’s only growing muddier inside my mind.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes, and I pick it up from the cabinet beside the bed.
Psycho: Come downstairs.
How chivalrous. Maybe I really did read too much into that kiss after all.
Me: Good morning to you too.
Psycho: No.
Me: Didn’t sleep well?
Psycho: I didn’t. At all.
Oh wow. No sleep for the wicked, eh?
Me: That’s bad.
Psycho: It’s time for breakfast.
Me: And?
Psycho: Come here. Now.
Me: Ask. Nicely.
Psycho: Do you want me to come and drag you out of there? Because I will, and I will definitely use your nipples as handles.
I snort at the insolence, yet my clit just thrummed at the mere thought blinking in and out of my head.
Me: Just one day, and you’re already treating me as your servant.
Psycho: If I wanted a servant, I’d beckon any girl on campus and they’d come. Willingly.
My eyes twitch at the thought.