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“Don’t tell him. Please, just…” Cara looked at Trace for help.

Really? The girl you just insulted? Bullshit.

“You know what girls like you are worth?” I sneered, drawing her attention again, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You’re a dime a dozen. I won’t call Deacon because I truly believe he’s your free ride to hell. Your future is clear as day to me. You’ll be his perfect Stepford wife, stand back and smile politely while he screws every prostitute available to a man of his tastes, and you’ll do Phoenix and whoever will give you the time of day on the side.”

Tears streamed down Cara’s face.

“Wake up.” I stopped directly in front of her, my mouth inches from her face. “You will never be as good as Tracey. You will never be good enough to freaking lick the pavement where her shoes have been. Now listen, and listen very closely.”

She nodded.

“You will never look at her in the eyes again. If I hear that you do. I’ll ruin your perfectly caked-up face. If you breathe the same air as Tracey without my permission, I’ll show you what it feels like to suffocate to death. And if you spread anymore rumors about her or the Elect…” I chuckled. “…you won’t make it to Christmas break, without at least one of your pretty manicured fingers missing from your hand. Do we understand each other?”

Cara started to sob and then with a nod ran off, covering her face with her hands. At that rate, she was going to run into a tree and ruin that horrible nose job, but whatever. Not my problem.

“Have a good day!” I called after her, feeling a hell of a lot better after releasing some of that pent-up tension.

I whistled and sent a text of warning to Nixon that the student body was revolting. He’d do his usual scare act to get them to stop talking so I could focus on Trace.

“What the—”

“What?” I shrugged and looked up at Trace’s horrified expression. “Hey, let’s go inside. I’m cold.”

“Right.” She followed after me.

“So, you can be scary.” Trace finally broke the silence.

Ha, girl had no idea the type of scary I could wreak into this world. “It’s a family thing.”

“Great.” She was watching me closely, probably scared shitless, but hey, better she see me how I really was then be thrown off later. That’s what I did. I was the intimidator, the shit talker. It’s what I was good at. I’d like to think it’s what I exceled at.

The elevator doors opened, and I followed her in. I continued my awesome mood down her hall while girls whispered and pointed. I glared at each girl and gave them a nonverbal warning.

Pretty sure they were going to be locking their doors that night.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Trace opened the door.

I followed her right in. May as well make myself comfortable.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“My job.” I grinned and lay down on her bed, “Now get your homework done so we can watch a movie.”

“We?”

“Yeah. As in you and I. What? You have a cow hidden in here somewhere?” I joked.

She blinked innocently.

“Holy crap, do you have a cow? That would be awesome.” I’d never seen a cow up close in real life, so yeah, it really would be awesome. Impossible, but awesome.

“Yeah, Chase. I have a cow under my bed. It’s invisible though, so you can’t see it. But sometimes at night it comes out to play. What the hell is wrong with your brain?”

I winked and pulled out a creepy looking vampire novel off her nightstand. “Homework,” I ordered with a bored voice. “Now.”

“Okay, Dad.”

My body came to life. I loved her teasing. ”Oooh, say it again. Only this time call me daddy while you’re—”

“CHASE!” Her face flushed bright red.

I cackled. I licked my lips and blew her a kiss, then opened the book.





CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Stalker alert



Nixon

I CHECKED MY PHONE religiously.

It was getting ridiculous. Every damn time the thing went off, my breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded, I started to sweat — I needed a vacation or maybe just her.

What I got?

Tex.

The worst type of punishment, hearing him talk about Mo like she wasn’t my sister and being forced to block out every single noise that came from her room at the house when she said she was doing homework.

Yeah, poly-sci homework didn’t get me that worked up.

It shouldn’t her either, damn it. I was just itching to end Tex’s life on account that he knew his story wouldn’t end pretty and her heart? Just another broken one I’d have to deal with.