Page 53 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Grabbing a banana, I head to my room, where my uniform is pressed and ready, hanging in my closet. I quickly eat and get dressed. But before I leave, my phone dings.

Unknown

Do I have anything to worry about today?

Me

Summer?

Unknown

Yep.

Me

Nope, you’re safe today but we need to talk.

Summer

I don’t know if it’s safe.

Me

Then I don’t know if I can keep Laughn away.

Summer

Fine, I will ping you my address. Come tonight, alone.

Me

I will be there.

Going alone to a house where I don’t know the occupants is probably stupid—okay, after my kidnappingandthe house party, Iknowit’s stupid—but I need answers, and I think Summer is the one who will give them to me.

I send a text to Jimmie and Sinclair letting them know I’m on my way. Sinclair sends a smiley face emoji, and Jimmie tells me to hurry my ass up because he is waiting in the student car park.

I fly down the stairs and to the garage, picking up Brennan’s keys from the wall and getting into his car.

I reach school in record time, possibly getting Brennan a few tickets along the way—serves him right for being a douche.

Sure enough, Jimmie is leaning against a car. I’m not sure who it belongs to, but it isn’t his. His eyes go round as saucers as he approaches. My face is bad; no amount of makeup will cover that mess. The same with my neck, but I rub my hand over the rope burn and smirk.

“We need to talk,” he says, grabbing my elbow and pulling me towards the school. I laugh at his theatrics. Jimmie couldn’t force me to go anywhere I don’t want to; he has the muscle tone of a twelve-year-old.

Hushed whispers follow us as we walk through the halls until Jimmie pulls me into the boy’s toilets. He checks each stall before resting his back against the main door with his arms crossed.

“Care to explain why it looks like you’ve been hit by a bus? Did they hurt you after you left?”

“Slow down. First, no they didn’t hurt me. Second, we went to a fight night of sorts.”

Jimmie sucks in a huge breath and acts offended. “And you didn’t invite me?!” he scoffs playfully.

“I didn’t know until we got there. It was more like an underground society of military teenagers. I got my ass handed to me, but this chick there knows about Trace.”

Jimmie uncrosses his arms, still unimpressed he wasn’t invited.

“Will it make it better if I told you this is from Laughn, and that he has some serious body mods going on downstairs?”

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