Page 153 of Priest and his Anarchist

She opens her mouth, and closes it again, before her chestnut gaze lands on Nate. “Seems a little unfair to have one of your own here, Malum.” She even crosses her arms in front of her chest to better draw home her seriousness.

It only pushes her breasts up high from her leather crop.

“How’d I know you’d be the first to contest, Isabella?” Nate’s brow curves upward, but he brushes off her small tantrum.

“And me.” A boy’s voice comes from behind, and I look over my shoulder slightly, but not enough to be blind from Isabella, since she clearly isn’t a fan of my being here.

Neither of them are.

How many did Nate say were here at this school? Not sure I can handle more enemies. Damn. I’m going to have to sleep with one eye open. I prefer not to, since I rely on my sleep.

Even from the limited view of my side-eye, I can make out the silhouette of the boy. He is bigger set, but not as much as Priest or Vaden, and definitely not like Nate. But big enough.

“I thought you’d be happy, of all people.” Isabella rolls her eyes, and I’m back to keeping my focus on her, since I’m pretty sure that she’s the one I shouldn’t, under any circumstances, take my attention from. She moves to the center of the room, typing on the keys that fix to the bottom of the large screen. “After all, she’s not only a King.”

Nate stands awfully quiet somewhere. I guess this is what he was talking about.

“She’s about as Mayhem as she is clueless.” It’s the boy this time.

Isabella laughs, hitting one last button before whatever is holding the screens lifts up to the beehive above, exposing the view. Behind a wall of glass is an endless bed of water.

I take a step forward.

“Well, I like her….” A small voice pops in from behind. “And I shouldn’t…”

Dragging my eyes off the view, deciding we must be built right against the end of a cliff face, I turn to see the new girl. She doesn’t look familiar, and as much as I want to know who she is, I know I can’t.

She steps closer, the sway of her white dress gliding around her legs. The closer she gets, the clearer I see. Her deep-toned skin and green eyes are a contrast to her molten-colored hair. Her plump lips, high cheeks remind me of someone out of a magazine. She is breathtakingly beautiful, in a way that not onlywould she steal the show in any room she steps foot in, but that she’d literally take your breath away.

Her hand rests against her chest bone and her thumb swipes over a crucifix at the nape. “I like that I’m not the new girl anymore.”

“You never were…” the boy joins.

Her emerald eyes settle on me. “Hi.” The girl comes closer, her head tilting to the side. “We’re supposed to be sworn enemies, you and I…”

“We are?”

She nods her head, lowering down onto a chair. “I guess in a sense we may always be.”

“Okay!” Nate claps his hands. “Show time.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

luna

Abloody hand is around my throat before the room tilts. My back hits the ground, sending shock waves through my body and knocking the air out of my lungs.

“It’s me! Hey!” With both hands on his face, I try to keep his focus on me. Sweat drips onto my cheek, his breathing an animalistic rhythm drawn from the very core of his body.

A snarl escapes the back of his throat, as if someone had tried to mark his territory.

“Priest!”

The weight of his pain is suffocating, but I’d carry it forever if it meant he didn’t have to. All of it. The pain, the resentment, the burden, theloss.

“It’s me. Hey! Hey!”

He’s never looked more beautiful than he does now. The unfiltered instinct of the beast that resides within the man, ready to use his final breath to raze the world to pieces like a predator. Every muscle taut, holding himself back. His chestslick with sweat. Blood spreads through my dress the same way that familiar cold fire does my veins.

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