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“I gave her a fencing lesson.”

I scowl at him. “We’re supposed to be convincing her to leave, not teaching her to beat us up.” I shake my head. “Bad enough she keeps trying to blow the school up. We don’t need to be putting a weapon in her hand and teaching her how to use it.”

He scrubs a hand over his hair. “Yeah.”

There’s a world of confusion in that yeah.

“Did something happen while you were teaching her how to handle your weapon?” I ask innocently.

He glares at me, a sign he didn’t miss my euphemism. “She was wearing a hoodie and took it off.” He’s silent for a beat. “She was just wearing a sports bra. I had to remind myself that she’s a student and I’m her teacher.”

I recall how good she’d felt in my arms, and I relate. Probably so does Vince.

My brother is used to getting what he wants. He’d tried to hide what had sounded suspiciously like jealousy when he grumbled about a male omega flirting with her, and later, of her flirting with the omega, knowing he was watching.

We should be chasing away the woman getting in the way of something we’ve wanted for so long. Yet here we are, all of us becoming increasingly fascinated and maybe a little bit obsessed.

She’s beautiful. Destructive. But…

“I like her,” I reluctantly admit, recalling her infectious grin after she nearly blew up the science building. “She’s like a cheerful little squirrel of destruction out to wreak havoc everywhere she goes.”

We’ve had our heads down, focused on the only goal that’s mattered to any of us for years, and it’s been so long since I looked up. Since anyone made mewantto look up. I guess it’s in all our interests to keep our eyes open with Delilah Farrow around to make sure she doesn’t blowusup. She’s not my type either, but I can’t say she isn’t beautiful.

“Me too,” Levi says quietly.

“Mr. Tomaz. I was hoping to speak to you. Do you have a minute?” A woman calls out.

Levi straightens. “Sure. What do you need?”

Levi’s footsteps move away from me, and I resume my task, my mind sliding back to the troublemaking beta, the way it always seems to these days.

Chapter 8

Della

“It has cometo my attention that a student has been causing mischief on the school grounds.” The head of school begins the mid-morning school meeting in the auditorium.

I sit near the back with River on one side and Cheyenne on the other. And I keep my face carefully blank.

“That will stopimmediately,” Ms. Arkwright continues, glaring at us.

Gluing the faculty doors shut had been a mistake. I can’t think why I thought it would be a good idea.

No, I know.

I wanted to interfere with the day's classes. If the teachers couldn’t clear their stuff out of their offices, they’d struggle to teach. If they struggled to teach, that would reach the omegas' parents, who might start wondering if Haven was really the best place for their little darlings.

I recall the sexy gardener with the dark beard, chestnut hair, and warm silvery gray eyes who had wanted to take me to Paris.

I hadn’t believed him.

Me?

Why would he want to takemeto Paris?

I have no clue what he wanted, but that flirting had a purpose. He was up to something.

He’d been raking leaves when I’d tried to sneak out of the faculty building with the tube of superstrength superglue I’d stuffed down my bra. I’d waited, hoping he’d leave, but he’d shown no sign of going anywhere, forcing me to use other means.

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