Page 254 of Boys Who Hunt
“Bagel!” I scold him as the letters fly through the room.
Letters I don’t remember putting there.
I go to my knees to pick them up from the floor. They’re all notices from a bank, banks I never contacted, and my name is clearly printed on the label, but it was sent to this sorority house.
How?
I open the envelope and read the letters, but the longer it goes on, the more it feels like the flooring has been ripped away from underneath my feet, and I’m falling. I’m falling so hard I can’t breathe.
Money.
Millions and millions of dollars have been put in a bank account … in my name.
So many letters are here that dizziness takes over, and I collapse on the bed while gaping at the bank account clearly in my name, along with all those zeros.
I didn’t steal.
I didn’t even try.
There is only one possible answer.
Stefano.
But how? He’d never give me this money willingly. In fact, I’m pretty sure he wrote a will outlining all the ways I would never get my hands on a single dime. He’d rather go to the grave with all of his money than gift it to the one girl he hated more than anyone in the whole damn world.
“Sorry, I should’ve told you. A bunch of mail came in for you, so I put all of it on your desk.” Océane’s words interrupt my train of thought. She clutches the door, furrowing her brows at me. “Are you okay?”
I nod, still in shock. “More than okay.”
She smiles. “Good. Let me know if you need anything. I’m here all day. I don’t have classes today.”
“Wait, I wanted to give you this,” I say, handing her the cash I borrowed from her. “I promised I’d give it back.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
When she’s about to walk away, I add, “Can I ask you something?”
She pauses. “Sure.”
“When you got together with Talon … how did you know he was the one?”
She stares at me for a moment, completely befuddled. “I … I just knew. When I thought of him, I could feel him. Physically. Inside.” She points at her heart. “I don’t know, I can’t explain it. But if I had to put a finger on it, I’d picture what it’d feel like if he wasn’t mine, and that eviscerated me. So that’s when I knew I wanted to be with him.”
That sounds awfully familiar.
I swallow. “I see.”
“You still not sure about Max?” she asks.
“No, this isn’t about him. It’s … more than just him.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh wow. Really? Multiple guys?”
“I’m trying to figure that out.” I look at all the letters.
“If those came from your multiple guys, then you’ve got your answer.” She snorts. “Think about it. Whatever it is, you’ll figure it out.” She winks and closes the door while I’m left staring at my letters.
Because what if she’s right?