Page 124 of Sinful

“My dorm.”

I nodded. “Where were you?”

“Getting snacks.” He stared back at me without an ounce of emotion on his face. I liked that.

“What did you get?”

“I got some cookies. A few bags of chips. A couple brownies.”

“Not into healthy eating, huh?”

His nostrils flared as he stared back at me. “What do you want, Seth?”

I grinned at the use of my name. “Only making conversation. Sin is off romancing my girl, so I’m out here looking for trouble. Guess I found it, huh?”

“I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“You just stole from the cafeteria. We both know we aren’t allowed into the storage area. It has a damn lock on the door. Big ass combination, if I remember correctly.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Right?”

He looked away from me. “Seriously, I’m going to be late—”

“Well, you guys always seemed pretty OK. I’ll come with.”

He hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“Fine. You should know the group is afraid of you.”

I waved him off. “They’re afraid of Asylum. I’m Mirage. You know that.”

He went silent and began walking, me at his side. I let him be in silence, hoping maybe he’d spark up a conversation. I wasn’t exactly sure how he’d fit into the watcher dynamic with the guys because everyone had theirthing.Bryce was just. . . normal.

Well, outwardly, but I knew better than that.

We rounded the path to his dorm before I decided to break the silence.

“Are you going to ever tell her?” I asked while we walked.

I could feel his tension at my question.

“Tell her what?”

“You know what, Bryce. Don’t play stupid. We both know your truth. Are you going to tell her?”

“What would it matter?” he asked glumly.

“For starters, she’s under the impression you’re a sweet, normal boy. We both know that’s bullshit.”

He stopped and turned to face me. “Listen, Seth. I don’t need this shit right now. I’m not in the mood to be taunted and fucked with, OK?”

“You’re still pissed me and Sin showed up, huh? Ruined that kiss you wanted so much.”

He let out an angry snarl at me and looked away.

“What would you have done had it happened? Huh? What could you do given the circumstances?”

“I don’t know.”

“And that’s your problem. You don’t know shit about what you’re doing. Get your shit sorted, Andrews. You keep hesitating. Pull the fucking trigger already.”

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