Page 18 of Heartless Heathens
Like she recognized his face on mine.
Sonny was already there, his chest a solid wall that might have broken her just from the impact. He used one hand to keep her from falling and steadied her upright. We both closed in on her, leaving the gap between us nearly non-existent so she couldn’t try to run away again.
“Please. Just let me go,” she begged weakly.
“We just need to have a chat with you, then we’ll let you go, okay?” I asked, but she didn’t answer. “In the chapel, I promise we won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t,” Sonny added and she moved in closer towards me again.
Smart.
At least she had that in her favor.
Sonny grabbed her by the back of the neck as if she was a fucking catfish and he’d reached his arm into a muddy hole to pull her out. She gasped and let out a pained cry but didn’t fight once she felt how much stronger his hold was.
Fighting was futile when it came to Sonny.
Ithrewherinsideonce we’d entered the chapel and she fell to the ground.
There was something about this girl that wasn’t right. I could see it. The second I saw her I felt it like a bolt of lightning in my gut. I just couldn’t figure out whatitwas.
My gut never led me astray. Arlan always said it was the easiest, and best sign if you paid enough attention. So if I wanted out, if I wanted to find Frollo’s secrets for him, then I needed to investigate every option. A mysterious girl breaking into our chapel and hiding in the woods for hours instead of heading back to campus?
That was right at the top of my list of suspicious shit.
“Jeez dude, chill,” Felix told me, not bothering to lower his voice or hide the scowl formed on his face. “She’s the fucking victim here, remember.”
“Is she now?” I asked, looking directly at her, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s your name?” I asked the silver haired girl puddled on my floor, but she didn’t look up or answer. “I am not either of my brothers. I don’t know what you did to Corvin to make him dothatto you, and I don’t have the patience that Felix here has. I’ll ask you one more time, and youwillregret it if you don’t answer me. What’s your name?”
“Romina,” she said softly.
“Romina what?”
“Just Romina.” She shook her head, refusing to meet my gaze.
She was the kind of pretty that I’d only read about in books, the kind that could never get transferred into real life. She was wretchedly filthy, disgusting. So how the fuck was she so stunning? It was entirely too bothersome.
The kind of coincidence that could only be planned.
A distraction.
A trap.
“Okay Just Romina, what were you doing in my brother’s room?” Felix asked her, getting down on one knee in front of her.
Fucking hell.
I could see the look in his eyes exactly for what it fucking was.
His next hyper fixation.
I didn’t give a fuck what he planned on doing with her, as long as we got our shit under control. And right now, it was far from that. If Claüde Frollo found sufficient evidence to get us expelled, he’d get to keep his fundingandwe’d lose out on everything that was meant to be ours.
She didn’t answer or bother to look back up. I sighed again, the weight of the entire day coming down on me.
“Romina,” I commanded in a stern tone and she lifted her head to look at me, eyes wide and ready to listen.
The corner of my lip turned up involuntarily.
