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And I was just getting started.

Chapter 33

Camille

Iwas done.

Done with people thinking I’d killed Ava…

Done with the dead rat in my bed…

The bullying…

Ty…

Kage…

Dante…

Fuck, I was done witheverything, including myself.

An hour had passed since the incident with the blade and I was back to playing possum underneath my blankets when someone knocked on my door.

Was the dean here, ready to hand me my expulsion letter and escort me out the school gates for holding a knife to Jenji’s throat?

She could come back tomorrow.

Someone knocked again.

Then again.

Finally, Kage’s voice called out.

“Open the door, Rebel, or I’m breaking it down.”

I knew he’d do it so I slowly dragged myself out of bed to look through the peephole. I saw nothing but his broad chest. My shoulders sagged. After the way he’d broken down in my arms, my feelings for him were raw and complicated. I couldn’t figure out what I was to him. I wasn’t sure he even knew. So why did he keep showing up?

Kage pounded on the door again, making me jump. “I know you’re in there, Camille. Let me in.”

Slowly, I opened the door part way, blocking it with my foot. “What do you want?” I said, my voice communicating I was out of fucks to give.

He cocked a brow, his honey brown eyes managing to express tenderness while at the same time communicating my snarly attitude wasn’t going to scare him off. “I thought you might want to talk. Figured I owed you one after you listened to me last night.”

I sighed. “You heard about what happened with Jenji.”

“I think everyone has heard by now.”

I leaned against the doorway, too tired to spar with him. “Please, Kage. I just want to go to bed.”

His full lips curved into a smirk. “Is that an invitation?”

I straightened and glared at him. “God, no.”

“Pity.” He stepped forward and I automatically stepped back, the door swinging wide. He followed me inside then closed the door.

“Are you seriously coming on to me right now? Knowing what I just went through?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged, his hands wedged in the pockets of his pants, his eyes not straying from mine. “You know when sex is the most exciting? Right after something traumatic happens. It gets the adrenaline pumping.” He took a step toward me. I swallowed, sure he could see my pounding heart. “Oh wait. Youwouldn’tknow because you’re a virgin, right?”

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