Page 93 of Wicked Games

I try to think logically through the fear and anger simmering inside me. Did someone take him? Did he leave on his own? How the hell did he, or anyone, get the door open without the key?

Muttering a curse, I pull out my phone and open the tracking app I have on it. I didn’t see his phone when I was searching the room. If he has it on him and is anywhere on campus, the signal will be strong enough to pick it up and show me his location.

The tracker instantly locks onto his position. Anger and something just as dark flow through me as I stare at my screen.

The fucker isn’t just still in the building, he’s on the main floor.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” I seethe.

I have no idea how the hell he managed to get out, but there’s only one reason he’d be wandering around the party.

He’s looking for someone to fuck.

Blood pounds in my ears, and I have to actively loosen my grip on my phone when I notice that my knuckles have gone white from squeezing it so hard.

My hand is shaking as I send the tracking link to the twins’ phones and open our text thread.

Killian: meet me in 5

The tracker hasn’t moved when I exit out of my texts, and more of that rage flows through me as I shove my phone back in my pocket.

Felix is about to enter the find out stage of fucking around and finding out.

It doesn’t take me long to get down to the first floor, and I make a beeline for his location. My anger must be obvious, even with my mask on, because everyone I pass gets the hell out of my way as I barrel through the crowd and cut through the lobby.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and red lights once I’m through the doors to the left wing, but I don’t even pause as I storm down the hall and toward his last known location.

Thank fuck the twins are already in front of the door to the study room, flanking it like masked guards.

“What the fuck?” Jace asks as I approach.

In their matching masks, tattoos, and low-slung white sweats, they’re somehow even more identical than they are when their faces aren’t covered.

“Did he really leave your room?” Jax asks when I’m in front of them. “I thought you locked him in.”

“I did, but he got out.”

“How?” Jace glances at the door.

“Who the fuck cares?” I snap and reach for the doorknob.

Jax grabs my arm and stops me.

“Chill for a second, bro.” Jace steps in front of me and blocks the door.

“Get out of my way,” I say, my voice low and menacing.

He snort-laughs. “That shit doesn’t work on me. Now chill.”

“Move.” I’m not in the mood for whatever the fuck he’s trying to do.

I need to get inside that room so I can see exactly who my stepbrother is fucking around with.

“He’s not going to listen right now,” Jax tells him.

Jace sighs behind his mask. “No, he isn’t. Not when he’s like this.”

“Will you stop talking about me like I’m not here and get the fuck out of my way?”

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