Page 24 of Heirs of Havoc

“Okay, I’m your girl and all, but you have to give me something.” When I move towards the red brick building, she keeps up. “First, you ask me to help you move the dresser in front of the door last night. Then you don’t tell me about the ultimate piercing which you know you can’t have on campus. And we’ve yet to talk about your friends who brought me to Bible Burger for dinner.”

My walk slows when I imagine her between them, both of them feeding fries into her mouth while Chaya laughs. “Did they touch you?”

“I wish.”

My fists clench before I turn around to meet Chaya’s long, confused face. “I’ll tell you everything later.” At least I think I will. “For now, let’s get to class. Please.” This will give me more time to think of what I’ll tell her. It’s not like I can say, “Oh, yeah, those are the twin brothers of my ex’s crew who I may or may not have helped escape from prison against my will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Well, to help take your mind off whatever has you acting like a runaway spy, did you hear about the new TAs?” I try to keep my mind off everything that’s happened as Chaya and I move into the building. She ignores the whispers and glares, sticking by my side. “The newest one is the hottest. He’s got this blonde Mac Zefron thing going on and this daddy vibe that I’m very much here for.”

“Uh-huh.” The halls seem smaller as we make our way down the spotless corridor. That’s because I still have the way Dom’s kiss felt in my head. Like he gobbled me up and is yet to spit me out.

“All I know is I’m gonna have to get some extra credit.” Chaya’s first through the classroom door, heading to our usual seats in the middle. Sitting beside her, I’m about to rest my head on the shiny mahogany wood before she squeals. “He’s already here!” She nudges my arm and when I glance at her, her eyes are on the back of …

Wait. No.

No. No. No.

Sitting up, my hands grip the edge of the table as Chaya calls to him. “Hey, Noah!”

He turns around. I don’t know who Noah is, but I know who this is.

And hell, everything just got worse.

Chapter Ten

Am I imagining things?

His round, icy blues and his dyed blonde tips prove I'm not. So does the regal way he stands as his gaze rakes over me. His fitted designer suit reminds me he’s as posh as SAA students, but like me, he doesn’t belong here.

My nails dig into the wood, that thick mustache on his lip making him look like a detective in a mystery. Except I’m his next suspect and he won’t stop until he proves I’m guilty.

“Mia.” Hearing him say my name makes this way too real. The jewellery on my tongue feels heavier than ever. I can’t speak if I wanted to.

Chaya turns to me. “You know each other?”

Pushing from my seat, I grab my tote at the foot of the desk. “I have to go.”

“Mia!” They both call.

My feet push for the door and I don’t stop. I don’t glance behind me and I don’t care that more whispers erupt as I push past Nicholas. I’m not staying in this class. Hell, I don’t even know if I can stay in this school.

My heart pounds as I make my way to the exit. When I try to inhale, it’s hard. As if seeing Dom and his men weren't bad enough.

It doesn't get any easier once I'm in the fresh Clementine air. It’s suffocating. Just like in the city.

I’m almost at the far lot when the roar of an engine comes from nearby. My head lifts, a familiar car pulling in, the blue and white paint glimmering under the sun.

That car.

The tinted window lowers to reveal an almost buzzed head of platinum hair. Once again, running from my past pushes me right into it.

They found me. It was only a matter of time. But that dread doesn’t rise in me. The heaviness in my chest lifts as the car comes to a stop, chrome tires sparkling.

If William is in that class and I’m not hallucinating, there’s only one way he’ll stay away. If I’m near them.

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