Page 106 of Tangled in Knots

The double meaning of it makes me huff out a laugh. It’s not a completely normal laugh, but I’m getting closer.

Me:

Does it make me a terrible person to consider it? I have more questions, but they’re really fucking embarrassing.

Callum:

Consider us the people who will keep your secrets. Tell us.

Me:

I’m already redder than a tomato thinking about it. No thanks.

Fanning my face, I tear off some toilet paper to mop up my tears. People continue about their life as I live on an island of solitude. It sounds dramatic, but I feel as if the things I’ve lived through have aged me a million years.

Throwing away the toilet paper in the trash, I lean heavily against the wall and hope people will clear out, so I can wash my hands. All I can smell is the delicious scent of cedar. Damon’s scent seeps through the material of my clothes, wrapping me inside it.

If we were on different terms, I would hold onto it, but instead it reminds me of things I can’t have.

Duncan:

Did you want to fuck him?

Me:

I will not be taking further questions about fornicating with my scent match, thanks.

Rolling my eyes, I breathe a sigh of relief as it gets quiet outside of my stall. Tentatively opening the door, I peek outside and see it’s completely empty. I’m going to be late for my next class. I just know it.

My phone lights up to show that I have a call, and I put it away to be able to walk to the sink and wash my hands thoroughly.

My face is slightly blotchy, but hopefully the walk outside will help that. I have a math class next, and then I’m done for today. It’s odd that the week is starting on a Wednesday, but I’m glad it’s my day off. I’ll be able to decompress for a while.

Drying my hands, I toss the paper towel in the garbage before walking out into the hallway. It’s not as busy, and I pull out my phone again to see who called me. Duncan is blowing up my phone, and calling me again.

“Hello,” I drawl as I answer, walking quickly to head across campus to class.

“Why are you dodging my calls?”he asks.

“I wasn’t,” I groan. “I put my phone away to wash my hands.”

“You sound stuffy,” he growls.“Did he make you cry?”

“I made myself cry,” I admit. “It’s hard seeing him.”

“That’s fair. Now, besides the fact that you sound like a medieval woman when you talk about sex, does the idea of killing a certain person make you hot?” Duncan asks.

I can hear Callum chuckle next to him, and realize I’m on speaker phone. Wonderful.

“I’m in public, Duncan,” I remind him, pushing open the door. I duck around someone who is trying to walk in, catching the door for him. “I can’t talk about this with you.”

“I’m sure you know a lot of other killers, little mafia princess,”Callum says.

“Ugh, why does everyone call me that? I’m not a princess,” I say.

“Yes, you are. Who else is calling you that? Why are you cheating on us?” Duncan asks.

“I met with Shaw last week, from Pack Mohan for suppressants,” I tell them softly. “As he is happily packed up with two omegas, I’m not cheating on anyone.”

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