Page 49 of Let Us Prey
Yes, Sir.
With a snarl, I lash out, swiping a clawed hand over my ex-boyfriend’s horrified face, creating parallel lines of pain that will hopefully scar. “I’m hunting you, Todd,” I laugh wickedly. “So run, rabbit, run.”
Todd shrieks, the sound shrill to my sensitive ears. “My beautiful face!” he cries, actual tears sliding down his ruined skin, much to my satisfaction. Sobbing, he runs in the infirmary's direction, and I quickly shoot a message to the nurses to give him hell.
“Good girl,” Cassius purrs, and I viscerally react to his praise, shuddering in pleasure, despite myself. “You handled that like a pro.”
He attempts to touch me again, but I shrug him off, irritated by the cocktail of mixed signals he’s serving up. “I may be a Romulus, but I’m not yourbaby,Professor.”
Not yet.
“I know,” he softly replies, his expression betraying emotions he’s doing nothing to hide. I see sadness and regret, followed by fierce determination. “But you’re still mine,” he states, before walking away to assist the other students.
TWENTY-NINE
I Don’t Know My Name
Nicodemus
“What are you doing,” I hiss, attempting to snatch the keycard away from Bash before he can barge into Delores’ room. “Knock first! She might be getting dressed or… something… ”
Since Bash couldn’t resist sharing what he caught her doing last time.
My protests only widen his grin, his fangs wickedly flashing as he inserts the card and flings open the door. “Are you decent, Cherry?” he calls out in a sing-songy voice. “Hopefully not!”
I grimace, following him inside and quickly closing the door behind us to make up for the breach in privacy. Warily lifting my gaze, I find wehaven’tcaught our girl half-naked or in a compromising position, although it’s difficult to tell if I’m relieved or disappointed.
The muffled sound of running water is coming from behind the bathroom door, and before I can stop him, Bash waltzes inthereas well. I strain my ears and hear Delores’ exasperated reaction, followed by the wolf’s inaudible reply. Whatever he’s saying has her laughing, so I decide it’s unnecessary to go in there and drag him out, which is probably for the best.
The sight of a wet, naked bunny might actually kill me.
Wolves have little concept of personal space as it is, but Bash and boundaries do not mix at all. Being part of his pack since I was young, I gave up long ago on ever having a room of one’s own. Yes, I technicallyhavemy own bedroom, but I never sleep there, so it’s more like a glorified closet and storage unit. That’s probably why my studio is such a sacred space for me, although I certainly don’t mindLoinfiltrating one bit.
Especially when she lets me corner her against the wall and take a bite.
Staunchly ignoring the giggling coming from the bathroom, I sit on the bed and pull out my phone to look at my shopping list while I wait. I asked Bash to give me a ride into town today for some errands, which he decided includes grocery shopping so our girl will have healthy options when she’s not eating at the townhouse with us. Something about Bashturning into aprovideris rubbing me the wrong way, which makes no sense, since the idea of taking care of Delores has my fox purring. So for now, I plan on keeping my irrational personal issues to myself until I get them sorted out.
I guess I should add finding a therapist to my to-dos…
Looking at my shopping list again causes a giddy burst of excitement to shiver up my spine. Buying art supplies always feels like Christmas anyway, but as today’s excursion is funded by a wealthy book dragon, no expense will be spared for my stained glass restoration project. I still don’t know exactly what the overall imagery is on the broken panel, but until we find any reference to the original, I’ll be stocking up on glass sheets, patina brushes, lead came, copper foil, solder…
All the things!
“Hey, Nico,” Lo’s voice washes over me, along with the scent of cupcakes and sin, and I glance up to find her wearing nothing but a fluffy pink towel. “Um… can you scoot over? You’re kinda sitting on my underwear.”
I leap to my feet, my eyes widening as she lifts an obscenely tiny scrap of fabric from the bed and glides back into the bathroom. Bash attempts to follow her in again, but she quickly shuts and locks the door before he can enter.
“Aww… c’mon, Cherry. It’s not like I haven’t seen your naughty bits already!” He laughs and turns to me. “I’m telling you, Nico, this girl’s pussy is fucking perfection—justchef’s kiss.”
Afraid I may spontaneously combust at the visual, I scramble to change the subject. “Oh, uh, we should probably also pick up the mail while we’re out, yeah?” Every professor at Apex has an on-campus mailbox in Admissions—unless you have your own lair like Aubrey or Renard—but everything Romulus-related comes to our secret PO Box in town. I don’t fully understand why Cash is still kept in the loop after being exiled from Bloodstone, but I’m happy to leave the family politics up to the twins.
It’s not like there’s ever mail in there for me, anyway.
Bash nods, although his gaze is unfocused, no doubt distracted by visions of perfect pussies dancing in his head. As if on cue, Lo emerges from the bathroom, looking enticingly delicious, as always. She’s wearing leggings and big boots with a leather motorcycle jacket—her dark eyeliner and smoky makeup only enhancing the breathtaking blue of her eyes. Seeing her standing next to Bash, I swallow hard, suddenly realizing I definitely have a type.
Bad boys and girls, apparently.
“Ready to roll?” Bash smirks in my direction, easily picking up on the pheromones pouring off of me, although Delores seems blessedly oblivious as he turns his attention back to her. “You’re gonna let me drive that hot car of yours, right, D? I promise I’ll be gentle.”
