Page 93 of Dare To Break

As I hurry out of Miles’ room, I fumble for my other phone, and text Miles.

Me: I have something to do, so keep my sandwich safe. I’ll be back.

Miles: Is everything okay?

Me: Yes. I promise we’ll finish the movie.

Miles: I’ll be waiting with the two pieces of chocolate cake I have :P

I rush up to my room, find the blindfold and stuff it into my pocket, then race back out and along the hallway. I don’t slow down until I’m outside.

Have I made him angry? Maybe I should be scared?

Okay, maybe I am, I admit to myself. It’s not past curfew, and this is the first time he’s asked to meet when we could easily get caught.

Fingers curled into fists, I keep up a brisk pace toward the trees. I wanted a reaction from him, and now I have one. I’m just not sure if I should be frightened or pleased.

Chapter 60

Eli

“Where are you going?” Kellan’s voice stops me as I reach for the handle.

“A run.”

“You’re on lockdown.”

“Don’t give a fuck.” The words come out as a snarl.

Fucking five times. Is that five times he’s buried his face between her thighs or five times he’s made her come?

I shy away from answering the question of why I’m so angry about it. I’ve been simmering at a slow burn since hearing her moans. But when she finally answered my texts, that simmer fired up and spilled over.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I just need some air.” I pull open the door and stick my head out to check up and down the hallway. Most people should be in the cafeteria, so it should be easy for me to head upstairs to the tunnel entrance without being caught. “Text me if anyone comes looking for me.”

I pull the hood up on my jacket and move at a rapid pace to the stairwell and go up to the next floor. The entrance to the tunnel is in a storage closet at the far end of the hallway, and I keep my head down just in case anyone comes out of a room.

Thankfully no one is around, and I slip into the closet without anyone catching me and I climb out at the other end a few minutes later. Pulling the ski mask out of my pocket, I put it on and set off through the trees.

She’s sitting on the bench when I get there, in a similar pose to the last time. Head up, shoulders back, hands tucked between her thighs. She’s wearing loose yoga pants and a pink hoodie. I watch where I’m placing my feet and reach her without her hearing me.

“Stand up.” I bark the words and she jumps.

She scrambles to her feet. I hook my hand around her arm, and set off, pulling her along beside me.

“Where are we going?” She trips over a tree root and almost crashes to the ground. My grip tightens, hauling her upright. “Slow down!”

“No talking.” I growl the words in a low undertone as I lead her between the graves to the steps leading down to the tomb. I flatten my other hand on the top of her head. “Duck.”

She just misses knocking herself out on the low entrance and slips down the step into the tomb’s interior. I push the door shut, then release her arm.

“Take three steps forward.” That’ll put her directly in front of Churchill’s coffin.

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“No.”

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