Page 57 of A Cock and Bull Story
The guy doesn't even blink.
“I'm talking about the group of misfit Primaries that you befriended. . . I know that you know about us,” he whispers.
Awesome.
The dean knows that I know about his kind.
But, on the upside, he doesn't seem to have a problem that I’m an absolute whore.
“Your little friends are simply not fit for society—let alone for Oxford standards.”
I make a face.
I admit that I’m going to school here because I want a good education, but trust me when I say they're snobby as all get out. It totally grinds my gears.
“So, you and I will come to an agreement about your friends. . . or else I'll make them disappear,” he finishes silkily.
We’ve finally reached his office door, and Dean Hardwick pushes it open.
“Would you like to see them?” he invites.
I step inside, horrified at what this bastard has done to my friends—but the room is empty.
There’s no Jude, Jack, Arthur, Theo, Elise, or Sian.
There’s no one. . .
Except him and me.
The dean swiftly closes the door and locks it behind him before I realize that the fucker has played me—and I walked neatly into his trap.
Because I'm an idiot, and now, I'm about to die.
“Please, stop sniffing my arse!” Jack growls at Theo.
All morning, Jude, Jack, Theo, and I have been patrolling campus. Thankfully, we haven’t smelled any shifters on the grounds, but Theo is getting on Jack’s last nerve. Poor bloke is terrified and sticking close to the donkey shifter.
This is the third time he’s bumped into Jack.
“Let’s head back to Belle’s flat,” I suggest before my best ass strangles my best fish.
We need to haul arse back and get her ready to leave the country immediately—and then, the lot of us need to get lost for a while.
When I approach the door to Belle’s room, I hear soft feminine murmurs on the other side. I walk in, but only Sian and Elise are there.
“Where's Belle?” I bark.
“She went to the office to tell them that she won’t be here this semester,” Elise responds.
“She wasn’t supposed to go anywhere alone!” I snap.
Elise rolls her eyes.
“She went in broad daylight with plenty of other people milling around. Besides, she didn’t want us to go with her. I think she’s upset and needs her space,” she says.
I throw up my hands in exasperation.
Sian stares at me with glassy eyes that are unnerving.
