Page 25 of Heirs of Havoc

At least I'm hoping that's the case.

Feliks crooks his finger out the window, beckoning me. With my head held high, I prepare myself to make a deal with the devils.

“What do you want?” I ask, approaching the car. “I did what you asked.”

“Did you though?” He lowers the window further, a beige hoodie hiding those muscles. The same ones that clenched when he almost came.

Stop thinking about it!

I’m afraid to ask the next question. My toes curl in my sneakers, a lisp when I speak. “Is… is he out?”

“Get in. He has a request.”

“Another one?” Feliks shrugs, and I’ve had enough. “You guys can’t keep risking my life. You don’t understand what I’ve been through.”

“More than he has?”

I can argue, but speaking of my past, there’s no time. Glancing behind me, I try to make it quick. “Listen, if he has a request, I have one too.”

“Mia!” that voice calls from a distance.

“You have a lot of nerve, Bunny.” Feliks’ eyes move behind me, telling me he’s close. When I reach for the door, it doesn’t open. “Nah, you’re not getting in unless you agree.”

“Well good,” I call his bluff. “Because I won’t get in unless you agree.”

That sloppy smile appears on his face, making me wonder if I really should get into a car with an addict. “To what?”

“Mia!” His voice grows closer, my hand tight around the chrome handle.

“Keep me away from him.”

“On the condition you do something for us.” Feliks sounds way too calm as my heart drums a quick beat.

“Mia!”

Glancing over my shoulder, I pull on the door. It still doesn’t budge. “Okay! Yes, fine!”

Click!

With one hard tug, the door opens.

I’m hardly inside before Feliks speeds off.

Peering back out the window, William Romano stands in the lot, those icy eyes growing distant.

* * *

“Why are we at Dean McQueen’s house?”

Feliks pulls up to the curb of the large detached home. A mix between Greek and Colonial. I only know because it looks like the buildings on campus. Columns and pristine stone. It’s much more put together than McQueen is.

“There’s a document in his office you need you to get.”

“I’m not some sort of errand girl.”

Feliks starts the car. “Okay.” He pulls off. This seems too easy. “I’ll just drop you back at that guy’s feet. William, was it?” There it is.

“No!”

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