Page 227 of Boys Who Hunt
“No, I—”
He pushes me aside. “Then get out of my way.”
I follow him down the stairs, unsure of what to do. I’m torn since I found out she stole Cora away from another family. Was she ever even truthful to begin with, or was everything, including us, a lie to keep them safe?
The medics downstairs are busy tending to the wounded, with Max aiding them as best as he can. Silas’s father has arrived along with a bunch of cops, keeping the scene free from curious onlookers, as well as marking down the scene of the crime.
“That’s a lot of people who got injured on your watch, Rivera,” a cop says.
“Trust me when I say it won’t fucking happen again,” the dean growls back. “I’ll run by each and every one of my guards to see where the weak point is.” He cracks his knuckles. “These fuckers slipped through the cracks.” He focuses his gaze on the cop. “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me solve this, Foley.”
Agent Foley scoffs, “Not a chance.” He opens his notebook. “This is going on the record. All of it.”
The dean seems pissed, but I’m far too busy figuring out what I need to do now to be worried about some cops flooding the Skull and Serpent Society. Dean Rivera will no doubt handle it well.
I walk out the front door, where Elliot Fletcher is being lifted into a van so they can cart him off to the hospital.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m okay,” Elliot says. “Besides, Mom’s going to be there.”
Max nods as he follows the cart out. “Are you sure?”
“Take care of the others,” he says. “And find her.”
Max nods.
Find her.
His words reverberate in my ears until I get so sick of it, I punch my own fucking head to get rid of it.
“What’s wrong?” Max asks me.
“What are we gonna do?” I mutter.
“I know what the fuck I’m gonna do,” Silas growls as he waltzes past us.
But his own dad stops him and grabs the bag. The long-drawn-out sound of metal cling-clanging against each other as he shakes the contents makes everyone pause.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going with that?”
“To get Ivy. Don’t even fucking try to stop me.”
His father furrows his brows, the pause before he speaks as deadly as the look in his eyes. “Those fuckers you left for dead on the street came to get payback. This is on you.”
Silas grinds his teeth. “Get out of my way.”
“Or what? You’re gonna kill me too?”
“Jesus,” one of the other students mutters.
“Family feuds,” I say, shrugging at the guy to defuse the tension.
“Who is Ivy?” his father asks.
Silas lowers his gaze intently. “Thatgirl.”
His father’s eyes twitch, and his nostrils flare. Then he closes his eyes and says, “Do you need my help?”
“I can handle it,” Silas says, walking right past him.