Page 53 of Divine Obsession

The gold chain. Blood.

I told myself that maybe the chain had been in her bag they found last time. That maybe it managed to wash out when in the sea, and then was found separately.

Maria felt closer than ever, but the weight of the unknown still hung heavily over me.

I wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not ever.

A whole week passed by without me seeing Trevor.

If it wasn’t for the trail of dead bodies being scattered all over the city, I would’ve thought he was avoiding me.Should’ve known better.

Apparently, by Kali’s assumptions, Trevor and his men were taking care of whoever breached into the Dynasty’s underground operations – AKA fucked with their imports and exports of weapons.

Every morning, I woke up, turned on the TV, and a new homicide was getting covered on national morning news.

Each victim was murdered with two bullets; one in each eye.

I recently came to understand that that was how the Su family marked their hits.

??.

Blindness.

In other words, mind your goddamn business.

I was in a different class.

Yet in the same shitty circumstances from last week, and the week before that.

Trevor sat next to me in Davis’ coding class, taking more of my space than necessary. Just like he did in the library last week, and Communications two weeks ago.

The reason – unknown. But I would’ve bet my pink Birkin it was to simply bug me.

I tapped my pen against the desk, a steadyclick-click-clickthat was the only thing keeping me from snapping at Trevor.

His elbow was halfway over the invisible line between our desks.

His mess of a notebook was tilted so far toward me that I might as well have been the one taking the notes for him.

Not that Trevor ever actually took notes. He was all confidence and no effort. And somehow still managed to score top of the class.

His knee bumped mine under the desk.

I shifted in my seat. My pulse thrummed in my temples, a steady beat of irritation. My lips pressed into a thin line as I clenched my jaw.

There was nothing except this persistent, gnawing awareness of him. The faint scent of cologne that clung to him – too smooth, too overwhelming.

God, he made me want to scream.

His presence was larger than the world, and I couldn’t focus on anything other than the feel of him against me – let alone Davis explaining some complicated codes on cyber security and demonstrating it on the large blackboard.

I bit on my lip as my eyes fell on Trevor’s huge arms; his forearms resting on the desk. His biceps must’ve been the size of my head, and there were several veins I could make out, travelling down his rich, dark skin.

The bezel of the Omega watch on his wrist was white diamonds, and if I knew anything about him, the rest must’ve been platinum, rather than just white gold.

His hands were big; big enough to hold basketballs with ease. It was a natural advantage that made him one of the best defenders in the NCAA’s Division One.

Trevor readjusted his position in the seat, and I suddenly feltverypissed off again.

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