Page 131 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

The bell rings, the chime echoing throughout the courtyard. We all stand and head to our form class. This class is the worst of the day as it brings back memories—of Boston’s moody ass, Davis’s questioning eyes, Laughn’s playfulness, Marlow’s laid-back personality, and Case with his damn jaw tattoo that I thought was the most ridiculous thing I had ever seen until I learned its meaning.

Now I’m stuck with a double agent as a best friend, another best friend who is part of Olympia, and my five team members posing as teachers. There is something going on in these wallsand I really hate not knowing what it is. So many teams are in one place, and they are here just for me. It doesn’t make sense, unless there is a threat to my life. I know Mr Z tells me it’s his brother, but if he really thought he was a threat, he would have him killed.

That’s it. I’ve had enough of being left in the dark. It’s time I get some answers and for my team to treat me like I am one of them; otherwise, this is all going to fall to pieces before we even get started.

“Can you tell the teacher I have gone to see the guidance officer?”

Sinclair raises a brow in a silent question. I shake my head, not wanting to elaborate, so she just nods.

Turning, I head towards Brennan’s office, passing through administration where Betty is currently sitting at the counter. When I first enrolled, I wondered why an employee would look at a student the way she did, and now it makes perfect sense. She had an instant dislike for me and that’s because she views Jimmie as hers.

Deciding that I’m going to take control of this situation before it becomes a bigger issue, I stop at her counter.

“Miss Smith, what can I do for you?”

“I want us to start again. I’m Jolie and no threat to you.” The pointed look I give her shows I hope she reads between the lines.

She nods. “I don’t want him to get hurt being so close to you.”

“I would protect him with my life, and I will make sure my guys get the memo.”

“Personally, I’m not sure what good that will do, but thank you.”

And she is right, the guys probably wouldn’t care. If they view him as a threat, they will take him out and the reality of that hits me hard. Along with the fact that I’m referring to them as my guys, I’m seriously messed up.

“Is Brennan in his office?”

She nods and pushes her glasses up her nose. Thanking her, I walk down the hallway and open his door; I think after what happened between us, we’re beyond knocking. He is sitting at his desk, but at the noise, he looks up from his computer. The perturbed look in his eye stops me in my tracks, making my heart stutter. There is no smile, no light in his eyes like there usually is when he sees me. Is he angry at me?

“What can I do for you, Jolie?”

I can’t let this go. Why the shortness in his voice? What the hell did I do?

I walk to the free chair that sits opposite his desk and plop myself down. My brows furrow as I try to unravel the mystery of what has got Brennan in this foul mood.

“I was coming here to offload my problems with the school guidance officer, which you’re meant to be, however something tells me that’s not what you want. You’re not happy to see me. I don’t know why, but what I do know is we need to fix this shit now. I wasn’t happy about being in your team, but here we are. I’ve tried really hard to become part of the team. I’ve worked hard on moving forward after everything that had happened, and now it’s weird and affecting every single one of us. Are you one of those people, Brennan?”

“One of what people, Jolie?” he says, leaning forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his desk and steepling his hands.

“The ones who get super weird after sex, because that wasn’t my intention.”

“I know what your intention was,” he snaps.

I stand from my chair and bring my hands down on his desk—hard. “If you know what my intention was, tell me. We’ll see if it matches.”

“Fuck you, Jolie.”

“Don’t speak to me like that! And don’t act like you haven’t wanted to do that for a while now. If we have an issue, then you need to speak up so we can fix it. Because you, Brennan Myers, have been the one constant in my life for the last year and a half.”

He rises from his chair and matches my stance. “The sex isn’t the issue. I’m a twenty-two-year-old man and I took advantage of you.”

I don’t mean to, but I laugh, and the look on his face tells me he doesn’t think it’s funny. “You didn’t take advantage of me, Brennan... trust me. I have been through that before and what happened between us wasn’t the same in any way. If you want to get technical, it was me that took advantage of you when you were vulnerable, but I didn’t know what else to do. Sex is what I do.”

“It’s a misuse of your ability,” he says in a lower tone.

“Any woman can do what I do,” I scoff.

“No, they can’t. You have the ability to draw in any man—I’m surprised that Summer and Blayne have even befriended you. You should make more of an effort with them because the other girls next year won’t be as nice.”

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