Page 198 of Boys Who Hunt

The dean crosses eyes with me before refocusing on his son. “Do you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into? Those men were part of the Bones Brotherhood.”

Bones Brotherhood.

My skin begins to crawl.

“If your mother hears you’ve been messing with them, you’re done for. Over,” Dean Felix growls, and he grabs Silas by theback of the neck and goes head-to-head with him. “Do you hear me? You. Won’t. Survive.”

I swallow.

Jesus Christ. What kind of a woman is his mother?

“I can handle myself,” Silas growls back.

“Yeah? You think you can protect her too?” He points at me now. “Whatever you three are doing, it stops right fucking now.”

“I’m sorry,” Max squeaks, but Heath puts his finger against his lips to shush him.

The dean turns around after another drawn-out stare toward everyone.

“And clean up this fucking mess. Undergrads are coming to the open day next week, and I don’t want them to be discouraged from joining the Skull and Serpent Society because it smells like wet pussy.” He frowns as his nostrils flare. “This ismyfucking Society, after all.”

He slams the door shut behind him, leaving the paintings on the wall quaking.

“Jesus,” Max says, sitting on the chair in the corner.

“Tell me about it,” Heath says, chuckling at Silas. “I see where you get your temper now.”

“Shut up,” Silas growls.

“What was your dad talking about?” I ask. “With the whole undercover stuff. I thought her business was stealing from the Mafia?”

Silas narrows his eyes at me. “You want me to tell you all about my family business while telling me nothing about yours?”

I slam my lips shut. “Fine.”

Silas rolls his eyes and sighs. “My mom’s the head of an organization that infiltrates and destroys underground trafficking rings. There. Now you know.”

I frown. “That’s more than just the Mafia stuff you told me about earlier.”

“Your turn,” Silas says. “Care to tell me why literal Bones Brotherhood men were after you? The same men my mom’s been hunting for years?”

I tilt my head. “They want something I have.”

Silas makes a face. “What? Money? You?”

I swallow. I don’t trust him enough to divulge the truth.

Heath snorts. “Wake up, Silas. She’s not going to tell you.”

“I told you the truth,” Silas grits.

“I didn’t force you to,” I reply.

His fist balls. “Playing games again, thief?”

“Guys, guys, calm down. There’s no point arguing when clearly she doesn’t wanna tell for good reasons. Why else would she still keep it a secret?” Max says, getting between us.

“She still doesn’t trust us,” Heath says.