Page 191 of Satan's Spawn
His light. His rage.
His everything.
Crayton spins me around, slamming my back against the other side of the wall as we continue devouring each other in frenzied kisses.
We’re so immersed I don’t even hear another train approaching until it’s zooming by, creating a windstorm again between us, but this time I have no trouble breathing.
Because the only air I need is him.
“Take me home,” I murmur into Crayton’s lips, and he nods, releasing me only to jump down onto the tracks again.
“Let’s go,” he says, arms open to catch me.
Then he proceeds to carry me back to the Pit.
* * *
“Oh my God! Are you okay?”Hendrix runs over to me in hysterics. “Saint told me what happened.”
Hendrix is looking me over, the afterparty in full effect, loud music and all.
“I’m okay, Hen.” I reassure her, tightening Crayton’s jacket around my body when I notice a few eyes on me.
The rest are focused on a random fighting match taking place in the center of the room. Students stand behind the stone benches shouting for their opponents like it’s a damn boxing ring. Some kids dancing, some making out, and a couple of guys are snorting coke off girls’ stomachs.
“That piece of shit Felix!” Hendrix growls, her hands balled into fists. “I nearly killed him myself when the guys carried him out of here.”
I glance up at Crayton, who’s got his mystery mask back on. Guess he didn’t leave Felix to die.
Which is a relief, but a disappointment at the same time.
And that’s how I know my perception of good has been tampered.
Hendrix brings me in for a hug, squeezing the life out of me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, get you to a hospital.”
Saint and the guys are approaching fast behind her, and I shake my head. “No, I don’t need a hospital, I’m fine. I just need to take a shower.”
“But…” She tries to argue, knowing it’s best for me to go get checked out and call the police.
She doesn’t realize I can no longer get the police involved. Because I’m guilty too.
Levi and Riggs ask if I’m okay at the same time, bringing me in for a group hug, and it brings on a small wave of dizziness.
Which reminds me. “Oh my God…Hendrix.” I break free of their hold and grip her shoulders. “Did Stevenson drug you too?!”
Hendrix shakes her head. “No, he was actually a complete gentleman.” She glowers at Saint, who’s arms are crossed beside her. “Didn’t stop a certain asshole from beating the hell out of him, though.”
“The piece of shit wouldn’t tell me where Felix was taking you.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“That’s because he didn’t know you idiot!” She throws her hands up in the air when I let go.
“Maybe he would if his tongue wasn’t lodged in your fucking throat.”
Hendrix grumbles, and pulls me by the arm. “C’mon, Bee. Let’s get you back to the dorms and cleaned up. Archer is keeping watch so nobody will see you.”
Crayton tugs me back. “No. She’s coming with me.”
“The fuck she is!” Hendrix shoves him in the chest. “This is all your fault you dickwad.”
