Page 114 of Brutal Prince

I hardly feel stoned anymore, but as I’m about to step into Psych, I feel eyes on me again.

I want to dismiss it as paranoia, but it’s too strong. I pause outside the class, take a step back to study the number above the door as if checking if I’m at the right class. Then I slowly pan my gaze left and right, taking another step back.

I don’t think my theatrics fool Marcus though. For one, he doesn’t seem to care that I know he’s watching me.

Secondly, when our eyes lock, he gives me a smile that makes my skin crawl. He purses his lips and pantomimes a kiss before turning on his heel and walking away.

I’m so shocked I can’t move.

What the hell was that? Why would he—?

A hand closes on my shoulder. I gasp and whirl around in fright.

Mr. Veroza studies me for a moment. When he opens his mouth, I’m sure it’s to ask how my relationship with my father was.

“Class has begun, Ms. Virgo.”

I nod and hurry inside. As I turn to take my seat, my eyes just happen to lock with Briar’s.

No, it wasn’t an accident. He was glaring at the door, waiting for me to come in.

And when I sit, I can still feel his eyes on me.

Why do I suddenly regret poking the tiger?

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