Page 133 of Endless Anger
Does he know who she’s talking about?
Quincy shakes her head. “Like you have any room to talk.”
My eyebrows shoot into my hairline, my eyes volleying between the two of them. If Noelle were here, the arguing would never stop, but these two have never been the kind to express themselves vocally. Asher likes his fists, and Quincy prefers feigned ignorance.
Their other sister, though, lives for verbal confrontation, and a part of me wonders what would happen if shedidenroll here, like she was apparently threatening to earlier in the semester. Having the three of them on the same campus would be a recipe for disaster, not to mention the attention—both negative and not—would be unbearable.
Pushing Asher’s legs off my lap, I cross my arms over my chest. “You guys are keeping secrets from me.”
“It’s nothing, Lucy, honestly.” Quincy’s dark brown eyes meet mine, a silent plea hidden in the depths. Like she wants me to drop it.
My knee starts a slow, steady rhythm. I can’tjust drop it. Not when it’s death keeping me up at night while the school seems unbothered. They’rethrowing galas and mixers and prepping for finals while pretending this is a good place to get an education.
“Do you believe Tag died from a hazing incident?” I ask.
Quincy blows her bangs out of her face again. “I believe it’s possible.”
“And the students before—the unexplained suicides from over the years? The disappearances? You think those are all just casualties of the college experience?”
They exchange a silent look, and it pisses me off.
“Well, if you’re not going to tell me, I’ll go figure it out on my own.” I push from the couch, but Asher grabs my wrist, halting me.
“What do you mean by that exactly?”
I shrug. “I want to know what the fuck is going on here, and I think you two know way more than you let on. I’m already aware of your family curse and the people wanting you dead. It doesn’t feel like I’m asking anythinghuge, yet you’re leaving things out.”
“Maybe I leave things out to keep you fucking safe,” he growls.
Quincy shifts in her chair. “Why don’t you guys?—”
“AndmaybeI don’t need you to do that.” Yanking my hand out of Asher’s grip, I narrow my gaze. “Maybe storing me in the dark, where I’m completely helpless, only risks my safety more. I mean, if you’d told me what happened all those years ago to make your sister hate it here, maybe I wouldn’t have come.”
Asher rolls his eyes. “Yes, you would have, because you’re stubborn, and you wouldn’t have just taken our word for it.”
“Still would’ve been better than whateveryoudid.”
“Oh, we’re really not over that, huh?”
“Fuck you, Asher. I don’t have to be over it just because you think I should be.”
Snapping my mouth shut, I spin on my heel and dart for the door, slipping out quickly. My boots feel heavy as I stalk down the hall of the administration building’s second floor, but within seconds, footsteps gain on me, and Asher’s body is covering mine, pushing me into a dark alcove as he pins me to the wall.
He kisses me hard and fast, urging his thigh between my legs, applying pressure where I like it most. When he disconnects our mouths, he taps his forehead against mine, pushing stray hairs out of my face.
“Didn’t seem like that conversation was finished, pup.”
“If you aren’t going to tell me anything worthwhile, then why should I even bother?”
“Bellamy Dupont.” He says the name quickly and quietly, as if afraid someone might overhear, even though it’s the weekend and the building is practically empty. “Ring a bell?”
I shake my head.
“Okay, so then what the hell does her death even matter to you?”
“It matters because I want to know what’s going on at this school! I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind with every day that passes and another death goes unsolved. Unnoticed. Don’t you care at all, Ash? These are people. They deserve some sort of closure or justice or…something.”
Celeste’s cool gaze and Tag’s easygoing smile flash in my mind, and the weight of realization hits slowly, like a dripping faucet.
