Page 166 of Satan's Spawn
And I’m not about to start the fuckery early.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” I tell him, standing to my feet with shaky legs.
Felix doesn’t believe me, because all I get is a gruff “yeah, no problem.”
I’m taking off within seconds, speeding past the servers, dance floor, even Hendrix and Archer who are having their second dance off of the night.
Hendrix locks eyes with me for a beat, though, and hers are asking if I’m okay.
“I’m good” is exactly what my eyes tell her back, nodding to the bathroom hallway.
I could use her right now, but I’m not trying to be a Debbie Downer.
“Excuse me.” A man says, making my head swivel to the side to find another ridiculous hot dad dressed to impress, holding a glass of something amber and liquid.
This DILF is in a sleek gray suit with brown shoes.
It doesn’t take long for the lightbulb to go off in my head: tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes, tall but thinner than his son.
I remember his face in the picture in Beaumont’s office.
It’s Cillian fucking Shaw.
When the hell did he get here?
“Uh, hm, yes?” I babble, unable to deny the angst taking over.
“Are you Rebecca Dawson?” He asks loudly, taking a step closer so I can hear him.
“I am?” I respond with curiosity.
“My name is Cillian, I’m Crayton’s dad.” He points to something behind him, and I follow his finger only to findsomeoneinstead-—Mr. Beckett waving at me from one of the tables. “Angelo told me you’re the sweetheart who made sure my son got all his school work in his absence. Thank you for that.”
I’m about to say how it was notat allmy pleasure, when Crayton’s voice booms behind me like thunder. I mentally prepare for the blast I know is coming.
“What are you doing?” He pushes past me, and his Dad looks appalled.
That’s when I realize he wasn’t referring to me.
“I’m saying ‘Hello’ to this lovely young lady who was nice enough to help you out when you missed school. Angelo says she’s his star student.”
Crayton grunts something under his breath before strong hands bite into my arm, dragging me closer to the bathrooms.
“Crayton!” Cillian barks, making his son freeze in place.
Holy shit.
That has never happened before.
I never thought Crayton respected anyone enough to actually respond to their authority.
Even if it’s just a tone of voice.
There’s no denying Cillian means business, and for whatever reason, whether it be the respect I’m assuming or something else entirely, he turns begrudgingly and faces his father.
“Raven misses you…don’t you think it’s about time she comes home?”
I’m perplexed as I look between them, wondering who the hell thisRavenperson is. Then, realizing Crayton is still squeezing the life out of my arm, I pull out of his hold. Crayton doesn’t react, because whatever conversation he and his father are having silently is too important for him to care.
