Page 30 of Wicked Dove
Kael taps the new guy on the shoulder, encouraging him out of the way to clear a path for me, but I don't get to take more than two steps before he stands in my way.
“Yes,” he says, and I rear back.
“What?” I blurt in confusion, and he nods.
“Let me see how unpredictable you are.” His eyes are all dark and menacing.
“You're an ass,” I grind out, shoving at him. I’m more than happy to see him on his knees with that awful look in his eyes right now after locking me away in there.
Fueled by my exponential growing rage, I snarl at him, slamming my palms against his solid, perfect, stupid chest, but yet again, nothing happens, not even a backward step.
I stumble back in disbelief as the two men before me fist bump, making it clear they’re acquainted.
“How do you two know each other?” the new guy asks, and Kael grunts.
“She's the reason I'm here.” Kael turns his attention back to me and his friend snickers.
“You got our man into trouble,” he states, and I frown.
“I did no such thing.”
“That's disappointing,” he says with a sigh.
Shaking my head, I turn away from them, eyeing the exit. I’m already sinking in my messed-up reality, I don’t need another asshole like Kael causing me any more stress. I’m busy considering my options to escape when the sound of someone clearing their throat drags my attention to the left.
A woman stands in a long, brown, pleated skirt and a cream shirt. Her brown hair is pulled into a bun on top of her head and there’s not a strand out of place. She smiles politely, but I can sense it’s forced. “Apologies for the delay, you arrived quicker than planned,” she states, lacing her hands in front of her. “I’m Professor Morton,” she adds with a nod before glancing at Kael. “I assume you know where you're going and what you're doing?”
Kael grunts, not moving as I fold my arms over my chest, nervously. “You must be Miss Elodie Blackwood,” she states, running her eyes over me, but the assessment doesn't last long before she nods. “Let me show you around quickly.”
“I don't need to see it,” I insist, ready to head straight back out that door and get the hell away from here. But once again, I find myself being ignored.
Turning my attention back to the door, my pathway is quickly obstructed as Kael moves to stand in my way. His friend must get the hint, because he follows suit, doubling the obstacle.
Reluctantly, I turn toward the professor. She walks down the corridor without a backward glance and I realize I have no choice but to follow her. The second I move, so do Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. They remain one step behind me, and it drives me insane.
“You don't need to be here,” I grunt, glaring over my shoulder at Kael and his friend, who is an ass by association.
Kael shrugs. “Guardianship, remember?” he reminds me, and I roll my eyes.
“Guardianship?” his friend questions, and it's my turn to ignore them as I spin back to the professor. I’d rather she lured me to my death than deal with those two.
Professor Morton points out a room on the right. “This is my office, and about the only room downstairs that you'll have access to if you ever need me. Everything else is in The Vale. So, let me take you up to where you'll be staying.”
I blink at her, disbelief taking root in my gut. What the hell is The Vale? Instead of asking, I keep my lips sealed as she begins to ascend the staircase. It’s a rich, dark mahogany that folds back on itself as it winds up and up. Following after her, I hate how each footstep echoes around me like a nail in the coffin as I succumb to my death.
It's only when we reach the fourth floor that the professor speaks again. “As you're under Kael’s guardianship, you'll be staying with him.”
“No, I won’t,” I blurt, correcting her, and she stops, peering at me in confusion.
“I’m sorry?” she questions, and I frown.
Glaring over my shoulder at Kael, he stares just as hard back at me. “I’m not staying with him,” I repeat, turning my attention back to her. “I need my own space.”
The professor shakes her head. “I’m sorry. There's no space for you to have your own room.”
I shrug. “I’m not asking for one for myself, just not with him. Aren't there any girls I could share with?” I insist.
The trailer didn’t come with a room for myself, and the only other room I’ve been in was with the ass behind me. The last time I shared a room with this guy, it didn’t go well for me, and as much as he makes me mad, apparently I'm very easily swayed by the fact that he can deliver a spectacular orgasm.
