Page 223 of Boys Who Hunt
“Hello, earth to Heath?” I say.
“Let him drive,” Silas barks.
“Well, he wouldn’t have had to if she hadn’t taken my bike because you scared her off,” I retort, narrowing my eyes.
Even if Silas and Heath believe Ivy stole Cora, I know deep down she did it for the right reasons.
Silas crosses his arms. “You’re looking at the wrong guy.”
“I didn’t do shit,” Heath growls back.
“She ran off because you said you knew Ivan,” Silas says. “He’s the dude you got your pills from, right?”
“Yes, but how was I supposed to know he’s been blackmailing her?” Heath retorts, jerking on the steering wheel. “He told me she stole Cora.”
I hold my chair tightly, but the buzzing in my pants catches me off guard. I fish out my phone and check, but message upon message of screaming all caps has me on edge again.
“Oh no.”
“What?” Heath growls.
I hold up my phone. “The Skull and Serpent Society is under attack.”
Heath’s eyes widen, and he immediately hits the gas even harder. “Fuck!”
“It’s those fucking Bones Brotherhood fuckers. I just know it,” Silas grits. “They came for her, just like that guy at The Shack said they would. Fuck!”
Silas chucks his phone to the floorboard.
Heath swerves around the corner, nearly crashing into the gate as we get on campus. People jump aside to avoid getting hit by the car because Heath is focused on getting to the building as fast as possible.
My nerves get the best of me, and I gaze around in the dark to see what’s going on, but there doesn’t appear to be any cars or trucks or men left at the scene. My eyes widen at the sight of the blasted-in door and the drag trail across the grass, accompanied by obvious car or van tire marks.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Once the car comes to a stop, I immediately jump out to bolt inside. “Cora? Ivy? Cora? Please, anyone!”
On the floor are dozens of students, all riddled with bullets. Including my own brother.
“Fuck, Elliot!” I go to my knees in front of him. He’s been hit in the thigh.
“It hurts, it hurts so much!” He grips his leg in pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I rip off a piece of my shirt to wrap it around his leg. “I’m sorry.”
“They’re gone,” one of the other guys says, spluttering up blood. “They only came … to take the girls.”
“Silas, Heath!” I scream over my shoulder. “I need help over here!”
Heath and Silas rush in behind me, but their faces grow cold at the sight of all the bodies littering the halls.
“Oh fuck,” Heath mutters.
“Call an ambulance!” I yell.
Silas puts his phone to his ear. “Dad, the Skull and Serpent Society has been hit. I need help. Now.”
Heath runs to another student and pushes down on the open wound in the belly created by a bullet. “I don’t know what to do.”