Page 122 of The Invite
“I asked you a question, bonehead.”
“I’m K-Kenny,” the boy stutters, close to pissing his pants judging by the tone. “I’m your class… classmate.”
I vaguely remember Kenny from assessing the essays and skimming over his name.
“Seriously?” Wolf snorts. “You attending classes wearing an invisible cloak or some shit?”
Kaid threateningly inches forward. “Why are you here, Kenny? Came looking for the weapon you butchered our classmate with?”
“No!” he gasps, lurching away. Kaid snakes out his arm and twists his fist in Kenny’s collar. “I didn’t hurt her. I swear! I-I just received ra-random notes from the killer. I can show you. They’re in my bag. Please don’t hurt me.”
Kenny’s voice turns high-pitched by the end.
I’m so focused on the quartet that I miss the new arrival until his cocky voice echoes like an amused god around the room.
“Well, well, well… If it isn’t the trash town.”
A voice I recognize all too well—Maverick.
An electric awareness sinks into my bones because if Maverick’s here, it means—
“Care to tell me why your gang is here at the crime scene, Kaid?”
My heart bottoms out at Augustus’s rich and deep baritone. Menacing and emotionless. His intimidating height and aura overshadow the others. Stepping into the room, he and Maverick join the group’s circle.
Nothing is making sense.
So far, it’s confirmed that Amber, Kaid, and Kenny are recipients of the blackmailing notes. Now it seems there are more. But just how many? Why all of us?
Is it also a coincidence that both Augustus and I were chosen? Could he be orchestrating this? Is that why he’s stalking me?To keep tabs on me and watch me spiral from a front-row seat?
No. I’m just going crazy.
If he were behind this, he wouldn’t have looked so shocked and angry when I hallucinated that night. Augustus is clueless about my past. He isn’t Anonymous.
I flick my gaze toward him just as he discreetly scans the room.
Crap.
I duck back inside and close the door a second before those laser-sharp eyes tilt in my direction.
CHAPTER – 30
Augustus
I catch a flicker of glossy black hair peeking from behind a door and duck back inside just as my gaze travels to the corner.
But it’s too late.
I’ve seen my little prey.
Those silky tresses, and every little inch of her, I’ll recognize in a heartbeat.
Why she is here, though, and eavesdropping from a hidden corner is a more pressing matter. I avert my gaze before the others notice, not wanting to alert them to her presence.
When I paid the guard to stay away from the building for a couple of hours, I didn’t expect to walk into a room full of people. It seems everyone here, including Nessa and two new faces I haven’t met, took advantage of my bribe. However, it’s not a bad thing.
All of them being here is a dead giveaway that Anonymous is after them too.
