Page 59 of Heirs of Havoc

Motherfucker.

My heart pounds, my skin sweaty, like I’m roasting under a fire.

“Well, that’s very specific,” Xavier replies. “Does that really apply here?”

“It does,” Dom says. “But if you got here at the beginning of the semester, you’d know that. Right, Mia?”

The entire class looks at me, waiting for me to respond. I’m frozen in place, turning around to face the devil in his eyes.

Beep-beep. Beep-beep.

The timer on Dom’s desk goes off, and I’m not sure if it saves me when Dom smirks. “Class dismissed.”

Chairs scratching against the wood floor fill the room, but it’s all muffled. All I hear is my blood pumping in my ears. “What the hell is your problem, Dom?” I keep my voice low as the class empties. “If you wanna talk about it, how about you use your words instead of humiliating me?”

“Hey, Mia.” Xavier’s voice comes from behind me. When I turn around, the entire room is empty except for Dom, Xavier and I. “You want to take a coffee? Together?”

As much as I’d like to forget about my woes with the hot new student, I have bigger fires to put out. “I need to have a chat with Cyrus.” Xavier nods, a flash of disappointment on his face before leaving. The door closes behind me with a click.

“Nothing to talk about.” Dom rounds the desk, sitting in his chair. He opens the textbook.

“Seems like you have a lot to say, Dom.” I slam his book closed, the fire on my skin fuelling my actions. “You want to talk about that night? Let’s talk about—”

“I have one thing to say.” Cutting me off, his eyes meet mine and I can see the fire in him too. “Stay away from that Frenchie.”

“Xavier?” My head pulls back. “Why? You that much of a jealous ass—”

My words cut short when he wraps my shirt around his fist, pulling me over the desk. Unlike in class, he doesn’t let me pull away. He’s so strong he pulls me around the desk until I’m facing him. He reaches for the hem of my kilt, his fingers grazing my thigh and if Xavier gives me jolts, Dom gives me shockwaves.

“He put a tracker on you and if you weren’t a lying, attention-seeking whore, you’d know that.” Something flows through me before my hand comes to his face.

SLAP!

The quiet room grows quieter, the tense air only getting thicker by the second.

He grins, loosening his grip on my now crumpled shirt before he stands.

Taking a step back, he takes a step forward. “You have five seconds to get the fuck out of my face or I promise you, Mia Mouse, you won’t like what happens next.”

So with my head held high. I do.

But not without pushing his stupid textbook to the floor.

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Who the hell does Dominik Federov think he is?

He’s as villainous as he’s making me out to be and he’s acting without even knowing the rest of the story.

Fuck Dominik.

I want to run. I want to get the hell away from here, but Xavier reminds me how unsafe being on my own is.

A tracker? That means my father sent him and now I'm more trapped than ever. Like the mouse Dominik makes me out to be.

Kicking open the door to Murphy House, I storm right upstairs to Feliks’ room, my blood still boiling from my day.

He sits on his bed, strumming that guitar. While I’m relieved he’s home, that night in my mind isn’t enough to soothe me.

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