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I push to my feet. “Stay here. Keep watch. I’ll see you in class.”

I skirt the outer edges of the room, taking care not to attract attention and make it out into the hallway without anyone stopping me. The English room is empty when I enter, and I walk over to the desk Arabella prefers. Far away from where I sit. Opening my backpack, I pull out her bra and panties and place them on her seat, with a note folded on top of it.

I’m out of the room and on the other side of the building by the time the bell rings, and I take a slow walk back so that I’m late for class. When I push open the door, Mr. Bellamy is yelling for silence and Arabella is hunched in her seat, cheeks pink and eyes downcast.

“You’re late, Mr. Travers.”

“I was in the bathroom. Didn’t hear the bell.” I slip onto my seat beside Kellan.

He leans close. “I don’t know what you did. But she was bright red when we all got here and stuffing something into her bag.”

Chapter 31

Arabella

The heat in my cheeks radiates over my face and neck, spreading through my chest. Eyes darting around wildly, I search to see if anyone is looking, but everyone’s attention is on the teacher. The bra and panties I found on my chair are shoved in my bag out of sight, but I still don’t know if anyone saw them.

They’re mine.

The panties I left on the gymnasium door, and the bra I left on the bench. The same items that have been in the hands of whoever sent me the dares.

Pulse racing, I fidget with the note I’ve slipped under my book. I’m desperate to see what it says. I gave them my answer at breakfast. Ate the cherry yogurt with a slice of toast and a glass of orange juice.

I keep my eyes down, not really seeing the book on the desk in front of me. My mind spirals back to last night after I got back to my room.

In the dark, while Lacy slept, I slid my palm over my stomach, down between my legs, and found my clit. My panties had already been drenched as I rubbed myself in pleasure. All the while, I imagined a shadowy figure standing in the trees back at the cemetery. A masked man who watched while I stripped off my t-shirt and bared myself to his view. I swallowed my cry as my frantic movements under the blanket exploded into an orgasm.

“Miss Gray, can you answer the question?”

Startled, I look up to find Mr. Bellamy beside my table. “Question?”

He arches an eyebrow. “Yes. The one you would have heard if you’d been paying attention instead of daydreaming.”

Laughter ripples through the class.

Embarrassment heats my cheeks and I drop my gaze. “I’m sorry, Mr. Bellamy.”

He hums in his throat, tapping the top of my desk with his index finger. “I expect better of you, Miss Gray.”

When he walks back to the front of his class, I catch sight of Jace and Miles looking my way. Jace mouths something I can’t quite make out, while Miles rolls his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Eli and Kellan looking at me.

Thank God they came in late and didn’t see the panties and bra on my chair. I can only imagine what Eli would have said. Something disgusting and lurid.

I wait until Mr. Bellamy’s focus has moved from me before I covertly slip the note out. Stomach flipping with nerves, I carefully unfold the paper and read.

Go to the restroom and remove your panties. You’re forbidden to wear them the rest of the day. I will know if you’ve been a good girl and obeyed or if you haven’t.

Shit, no panties? This has to be a punishment.

The self-satisfaction I’ve been carrying at teasing my dare-giver melts into apprehension.

Pressing my thighs together, I feel the material of my pencil skirt brushing the tops of my knees. Why did I decide it was a good idea to wear it today? I refold the note and tuck it into my book.

Will the writer of the note really know?

It’s obvious I’m being watched now, but by who?

How will they know if I’ve obeyed? Will the dares end if I don’t do as I’m told?

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