Page 83 of Vengeful Princess

“No idea, wifey,” I replied cheerfully as I jogged after them with Milo on my heels. I assumed Kyril had a plan. He had this entire campus mapped out, which meant he knew where all the hidden places were.

Milo probably knew them all, too. He spent way too much time creeping around at night like a creepy creep. It was mildly disturbing.

Whatever treatment his father had paid for him to have while locked up in a psych ward hadn’t worked so far as I could tell. His stalker tendencies had escalated since Thea’s arrival. The sad bastard hardly ever slept in his bed these days.

If it was anyone else, I’d have assumed he was fucking her every night. But this was Milo, so he was most likely watching her while she slept. Like a creeper.

Weirdo.

It grew colder as we left the bonfire party behind. Kyril took us down a path behind the science labs, toward North Tower, where we lived. I slammed the brakes on, but Kyril didn’t slow down.

“Dude! We can’t go back to our apartment! Cass will throw a bitch fit!”

Kyril ignored me.

“Put me down! My rib is killing me!” Thea cried. That made Kyril listen. He stopped immediately and gently placed her on her feet.

“You should have said, my angel.”

“You didn’t give me a chance, you fucking Neanderthal!”

He stroked her cheek like she was a cute, fluffy kitten. It was adorable. Or it would have been if she hadn’t punched him in the balls and shot off into the darkness while he swore up a storm.

I howled with laughter as Kyril dropped to his knees in agony. It kinda wasn’t funny, but also was. Even Milo was smirking at the sight of our fearsome friend felled by a tiny girl. In the spirit of making memories, I whipped out my phone and snapped a photo.

“I will fucking kill you,” Kyril wheezed with tears in his eyes.

“Join the queue!” Lots of people wanted to kill me, mostly girls I’d pissed off. Not that I cared. The haters could go on hating.

By the time he’d finished coughing and swearing, he looked positively feral.

“It’s time to go hunting,mudaks.” Milo threw a worried look in my direction.

“Thea’s hurt, you can’t—” But Kyril wasn’t listening anymore. The lure of the hunt had whipped him into a feeding frenzy. Thea had poked the bear and now the bear was hungry.

I shivered with anticipation.

Shit had just got real.

Really fucking real.

45

Thea

That asshole! How dare he carry me off to his cave like a muscle-bound, hot caveman! I mean, it was all kinds of sexy if I thought about it for too long - what woman didn’t like the idea of being thrown over the shoulder of a ripped alphahole, taken to his lair, and ravished?

I’d read plenty of smutty books that explored these tropes. Books featuring hot shirtless dudes … with tentacles. Not gonna lie. My Kindle library was pretty messed up. Thank goodness nobody had access to my more depraved selections.

Kyril could go fuck himself, however. I’d come to the party with Eden, and I planned to stick with her until she left for her bed. My friend was way too trusting, which was a surprise given who her family was. If I ever met her cousins, I fully intended to lecture them about their dereliction of duty.

Did they not know the dangers young women faced these days? At the very least, they should have taught her some self-defense skills. As far as I could tell, Eden’s best skill was talking someone into a coma. Or killing them slowly with shit Netflix movies.

I emerged from the trees and rejoined the party. The bonfire blazed while people danced and laughed and alcohol flowed. In the short time I’d been gone, more students had arrived.

Pretty lights twinkled in the trees, glowing like tiny stars. The smell of cooked meat from the hog roast set up near the entrance to the cafeteria made my stomach growl. A hot pork roll sounded perfect, so I wandered over in that direction, scanning the crowd.

There was no sign of Eden. She better be OK. If anything had happened to her while Kyril kidnapped me, I would disembowel the Russian bastard and strangle him with his own intestines.

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