Page 61 of Endless Anger
“Does this scream fine to you?” Her fingers squeeze my arm, so tight I can already feel it bruising. I don’t even flinch. “Good God, Lucy, you’re covered in dirt and…blood? What did youdolast night?”
I’m not looking at my reflection.
I…can’t.
My eyes won’t focus. They’re too afraid to see what she sees, to face the nightmare looking back.
Why isn’t she asking about Celeste?
Did I make up everything that happened?
I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. Was Asher even here last night, or did I just dream that too?
Wouldn’t be the first time I’d dreamed about him.
“Have you seen or heard from Celeste?”
Aurora drops my arm, and I track her movements in the mirror as she places her hands on her hips. “Uh, no, but someone said they saw her go into Rad Hall around midnight, so I figured since she didn’t come back, she was just hooking up. Isn’t that normally how she spends her weekends?”
Whirling around, I snatch Aurora’s wrist, yanking her toward me. Confusion bounces in my chest, making me dizzy. “Who saw her? What was she wearing, do you know? Who was she with?”
Her eyebrows knit together, and she gives me a horrified look, tugging on her wrist. “Let go, dude. You’re freaking me out?—”
A figure stops in the open doorway of my room, hands in the pockets of their cigar pants. Slightly tanned arms are revealed as the person comes forward over the threshold, then short black hair and a familiar grin bearing white teeth.
His eyes show last, dark blue and smug.
I wonder if that was the final thing Celeste saw before she plummeted to her death.
Beckett, the current acting president of the Curators and Fury Hill founding family member, smiles at me.
My skin crawls.
“Room check.” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing me with a predatory glint in his gaze.Or maybe I’m imagining it?“Just making sure you girls got back safe after last night’s little shindig. You know us Curators like to keep track of those things.”
Aurora glances between us, then slides her foot in my direction. “Uh, yeah, we’re good. Thanks for coming twelve hours later, I guess?”
“Oh, it was the least I could do,Rory,” he says to her. “You never know what’s lurking around at night, especially out in the Primordial Forest. Lots of people go missing there, ya know. You’ve probably heard the rumors about human sacrifices, secret fertility ceremonies, and death god sightings, right?” Looking back at me, his grin widens. “I don’t know about that last bit, but you look like the kind of girl to warrant meetings with unsightly deities, Lucy.”
Bile churns in the base of my throat, burning me from the inside out. “Andyoulook like a guy who’d be at the top of someone’s hit list. Maybe you should shut the fuck up and worry about yourself.”
Smirking, he glances past me, and something sinister slithers along my sternum as the memories from last night continue repeating in a ceaseless, spherical motion.
“Where’s your roomie,Wolfe?”
My stomach somersaults, and I feel my arm tense beneath Aurora’s hold.
His eyes are taunting when they return to my person. I’m not imagining that.
I shift on my feet, swallowing, my gaze darting around his face to look like I’m not avoiding the question.
“I’m not her keeper,” I manage finally.
“So you don’t know then?”
“Doyou?”
Tension stretches in the space between us. He knows. Iheardhim out there.
