Page 90 of Vengeful Princess

The high of two amazing orgasms had long since gone. My body felt sore and cold. I wanted to take a hot shower and sink into bed. There was nothing I could do about the unprotected sex thing right now.

A trip to visit the campus nurse in the morning and get a Plan B, or whatever the equivalent was in this country, was in my future. Hopefully, she didn’t judge me for my poor decision-making. She didn’t need to, frankly. I was way too busy judging myself.

I zipped up my jacket while Landon and Kyril argued, and then I walked away. Before I’d even made it five feet, Milo appeared. He scanned my face, looking worried.

“You’re not OK? Has he hurt you?”

“Not now, Milo.” I didn’t want to talk about it. He’d find out from the other two what had happened. “Let me go.”

“No, it’s late. I’ll walk you back to your room.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Too tired and emotional to argue, I shrugged and let him lead the way. If Kyril tried to follow me, I’d punch him in the dick again. The last thing I needed was him going all alpha on my ass again.

We were closer to the campus than I’d realized. Twenty minutes later, I ended up outside my bedroom door. “Please go, Milo. I just want to be alone.” He’d followed me up here, not making any attempt to touch me, which I appreciated.

“Message me if you need anything,” he said. “I put my number on your phone.”

He had?I must have missed that. And also, how did he crack the password? But that was a question for another day.

I nodded and unlocked the door. When I closed it, the last thing I saw was him watching me, concern written all over his face. Since I didn’t trust him not to break into my room later, I wedged the desk chair under the door handle.

Then I took a long hot shower, and when I had finished scrubbing all traces of Kyril from my skin, I crawled into bed and fell asleep the minute my head touched the pillow.

Five thousand unread messages sat waiting on my burner phone the next morning. OK, so maybe that was aslightexaggeration, but there was far more than normal.

Most of them were from Eden asking if I was OK after I disappeared last night. She’d tried calling too, which I felt bad about, but I knew if I called her back, she would want to come over, so I sent a quick proof of life message saying I was fine and I’d catch her later.

The girl staring back at me from the bathroom mirror looked far better than I expected, given the late night I’d had. My skin glowed in the harsh LED lights, and although my eyes were slightly puffy, with some bruising still showing, they were brighter than normal.

Ugh. Eden was typically observant. One look and she’d know something had happened. Not that it would take an FBI profiler to figurethatout after Kyril’s antics last night. I had a feeling the whole college was gossiping about us this morning.

My body sure knew something had happened. I felt sore and achy between my thighs, and when I’d showered last night, I’dspotted a nice collection of fingerprint bruises all over my hips and thighs.

Shit, I needed to visit the nurse. It couldn’t wait. From what I’d read, the efficacy of morning-after pills lessened with each hour that passed. The sooner I took it, the better. Getting knocked up was not on my to-do list.

I scraped my hair into a ponytail, brushed my teeth, and dragged some clothes on. Outside, more snow had fallen, which meant extra layers. Once I had finished getting dressed, I reached for my favorite knife and then cursed.

For fuck’s sake.I’d dropped it last night while fighting with Kyril. Yet another thing to blame him for. There was zero chance of me finding it now. Not with all this snow. Although, if I spotted my missing panties, the knife would be nearby.

When I finally opened my door, Kyril was sitting outside. He handed me a paper bag containing a morning-after pill.

My anger had already faded since last night, and Kyril’s thoughtfulness tipped the balance even further.

It told me he regretted not thinking about contraception in the heat of the moment. It reassured me he wasn’t a complete asshole.

“Thank you.” Manners cost nothing, and he’d gone out of his way to help. Even if a potential pregnancy was 50% his problem, he had saved me an embarrassing trip to the nurse, who would likely have lectured me on my morals. Or lack thereof.

He passed me a small bottle of water. “Take it now. You might feel nauseous and get a headache,” he said.

I broke the seal on the water, popped the pill, and swallowed it down while he watched, his face inscrutable.

“Come,” he said. “You need to eat.” He grabbed the empty pill packaging from me and shoved it in his rucksack. Then he took my hand and led me downstairs. I was so surprised by this caring side to him, it didn’t occur to me to argue.

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Eden nearly fell off her chair when she saw me walk in with Kyril holding my hand. She mouthedwhat the fuckbut I shook my head. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.

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