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Until I do, I’m walking a thin damn line.

“What do you mean?” I say, arranging a bored expression on my face. “I waited for you for a long damn time before I finally gave up and went home.”

Her brows drop over her eyes and she says slowly, “You went home?”

“Yes, what was so important, anyway?”

With narrowed eyes, she attempts to shrug nonchalantly, but I see the tight set to her shoulders. She can hardly take credit for her punishment if I deny it happened at all. “Your end. You’re out. We don’t accept sluts in our group.”

Unable to contain it, I laugh out loud, a genuine belly laugh of amusement. Fucking hypocrite.

“Really? You’re the fucking madam of this school. You whore out your friends like a fucking pimp. The lot of you will have to go if that’s the case.”

She tosses her head, her mouth a thin line and I smile, the thin veneer that held me together a little lighter today as she steps into my face, and says in a snarky voice, “How did it feel to get dicked in all your holes at the same time?”

Her words hit their mark as intended because I am appalled by their actions, but I’ll never allow Sabrina to know. Instead, I raise a brow and say, “Why? Jealous it wasn’t you Ramsay was dicking? Everyone knows you’ve been panting after him like a fucking dog in heat.”

There’s a pause while she stares at me with her jaw open before she sucks in a breath and hauls back to hit me. I brace for the blow, clenching my fist in preparation when Ramsay says behind me, “Now ladies, no need to fight over me. There’s plenty to go around.”

I want so badly to punch him in the nads, even as I acknowledge that his silky tone weakens my knees. Fucker.

But I remind myself that he fucked me over, and I’ve no use for him or his merry band of Sinners. They might have had a loyal follower if they hadn’t crossed me, now all they’ll get is my devil.

And she’s ready to fucking play.

“Oh?” I ask, cocking my head to the side and staring Sabrina down.

She hunches her shoulders and steps back with a frown, staring at Ramsay warily. I can feel the warmth of his body at my back, but I ignore him in favor of bitch.

After a year of putting up with her shit, I decide to dig the wound a little deeper, tipping my head back to say, “I thought you preferred French poodles over whores?”

Sabrina’s eyes go wide before narrowing on my face, and I grin viciously when she looks me over as though she’s never seen me before.

That’s right, bitch. Welcome to my world.

Ramsay chuckles and his warm chest brushes my back. It’s a near miss, but I suppress a shiver when he picks me up around my waist and turns, saying over his shoulder, “If you’ll excuse us, a word, Willow.”

“Ooh, round two,” someone says salaciously, and I roll my eyes.

I’m allowing him to manhandle me only because I want to know why. Otherwise, Ramsay can go fuck himself.

Rounding the corner, I spy Oliver leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, staring at nothing with a contemplative look on his face.

Beside him, Diem paces, pausing to look me over quickly before averting his gaze. Ramsay stalks past both of them and into a classroom before dropping me to my feet.

The two step in behind us, and Oliver shuts the door, looking around the room with a moue of distaste. We’re in his father’s classroom, posters of the periodic table adorning the walls. My nose twitches at the slight smell of sulfur, to which I repress a laugh, because it’s as though the devils themselves have arrived.

They even swagger in, sure of their badass status but what these asshats don’t understand is they’re not the only ones with a past. They think they’ve got me over a barrel, but they’re wrong.

When no one speaks, I turn to Ramsay and raise a sarcastic brow. His mouth curls in a smirk and I clench my hand to keep from popping him in his beautiful jerk face.

Praying for patience, or at least the ability to seem unperturbed, I cross my arms and say, “Well, you rang?”

I’ll deny it to my dying breath, but this is just as much to hide my tight nipples as to pretend nonchalance. I’m fucked up enough to recognize, I’m still attracted to the asshole, despite his treachery.

Ramsay’s smile grows wider, and I glower as he says, “I see you’ve heard about our gift.”

“Gift?” I scoff.

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