Page 22 of Brutal Prince

The girl blinks, and then glances over her shoulder at Addison as if for support. Addison drops her eyes, her mouth going into a line, but she says nothing.

Denard clicks his fingers at her. “What was your name again? Virgin? Virgile?”

Immediately, the crowd surrounding us begins murmuring, “Virgin,” through a slowly building wave of giggles.

“Virgo!” The girl throws me a quick scowl, as if loathe to reveal any personal information in front of me. “Indi Virgo.”

“Best get yourself to homeroom, Miss Virgo,” Denard says. He’s been teaching French at Lavish for over two years, but he still has traces of an accent.

I know it’s on purpose.

“What?” Indi takes a step closer, her hands balling up as if she wants to attack the teacher next. “But, he just—”

“Now.” Denard’s face sets into an expressionless mask.

Around us, students start gathering, anticipating an even bigger showdown. Indi glances around, and as if realizing that her audience just doubled in size, she murmurs. “Sir, you don’t understand. He tried to—”

Denard tilts his head. “Keep going, Miss Virgo. My detention class could always use more students.”

Indi lets out a strangled sound. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and then her shoulders slump.

“Is that all?” Denard asks, lowering his arm.

She nods, her mouth so tight it begins to tremble.

“Very well then.” Denard sniffs. “Now get to class.”

Indi manages a tiny nod, and her throat moves as she swallows.

Denard turns to walk away, and then pauses mid step to peer at Indi over his shoulder.

“Welcome to Lavish Prep, Miss Virgo.”

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Indi

Did that just happen?Did a teacher of this godforsaken school honestly crap me out after he saw that guy on top of me? I’m so pissed off, I can barely fucking breathe.

“Hey, virgin!”

I have no idea who the hell shouted that, but before I can find out, someone grabs the back of my shirt and tugs. In fact, they tug so hard that one of my buttons pop off. I’m hauled several feet away before I can free myself.

Addy glares at me when I turn to give her a piece of my flaming mind.

“Seriously don’t know how to read a room, do you?” she mutters.

My eyes go wide. “You too?” I say, contempt dripping from every word.

Addison cocks her head. “Do you know who that was?”

“No,” I say through an indignant laugh. “But if I did, I’d be at the police station, not—”

“That’s Briar. Prince Briar, the Third.”

I try to glance over my shoulder, a laugh rattling in my throat. “You’re a fucking prince?” I yell out.

Briar cocks his head at me, a smile touching his lips. Then he spreads his hands to either side, as if to show off his mouth-watering physique.

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