Page 88 of Ruthless Chaos
It doesn’t work for long.
He simply hoists me into his arms. He keeps moving without even breaking his stride.
I find myself wishing someone,anyone, would help me.
Tara’s probably hooking up with the guy she met by now. I don’t even know if Nya’s here. There is nobody else who would look out for me, or even realize I’m in danger.
My eyes burn.
One drink wouldn’t make me feel this way. He must have slipped something into it when I wasn’t looking.
I drank it all so quickly too, like a fool.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to disconnect from the situation.
He carries me down the corridor and opens one of the doors. It’s a powder room. He locks the door behind us.
Tears stream down my face.
I try to reason with him, but my words come out a jumbled mess. I don’t even remember what I was trying to say.
Liam’s face is sinister—his green eyes are hollow, the tip of his lips curled up in a blood-curdling smile.
He looks like a villain.
My body starts shaking, and Liam rips the front of my dress.
TWENTY-THREE
ALEXANDER
I enterKingmaker House through the service entrance, cursing under my breath.
There are students at every turn—drinking, dancing, and snogging. I hate having parties at the House, as things are always a mess the day afterward. One year, someone even snuck into my room and stole my golden Sig.
Today, I’m especially annoyed.
When The Kingmaker Society requested my availability for the preliminary assessment, I chose today because I knew there would be a party happening.
It was a perfect plan until they rescheduled the meeting.
Now, I’m stuck in a loud, rowdy house filled with college kids.
As Head Kingmaker, I oversee the planning of our parties. It’s an important part of maintaining our status on campus, as well as keeping the morale up among the Kingmakers.
But they’re a pain.
The logistics of them are too challenging.
Hundreds of people crammed into an enclosed space like this is asking for trouble.
It took me a while to start attending them after I got here, only because it’s unlikely I’ll be attacked. Still, every time I’m faced with the crowd, my instincts take over.
I take a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the kitchen and walk to the drawing room. I’ll have to cross a throng of partygoers to get to my bedroom. Hopefully my noise-cancelling headphones will help me get some rest.
I take a swig, relishing the coolness of the water.
I found out the meeting had changedatthe airport. I had already flown for five hours and was coiled tight with anticipation—it would have been my first meeting with more than one member of The Society.
