Page 111 of The Blairville Legacies

But where was I supposed to go?

“Hello there. Who do we have here?”

I flinched in such a way that my camera would have almost slipped out of my hands if I hadn’t gripped it strongly. I hung it back around my neck far too quickly.

Standing in front of me was the brown-haired guy with a mischievous grin on his lips. How had he gotten here so hectically?

“Look, Adrian, who I found here...” he shouted.

The next second, the black-haired man appeared.

For a very brief moment, I seemed to discover surprise in his dark brown eyes, but in a split second, it turned into a look similar to that of the brown-haired man.

Behind the two, I noticed the blond guy, eyeing me suspiciously.

“What is such an innocent girl doing hereall alonein the dark corridors of Vanderwood?” the tall one inquired, leaning his arms against the pillar next to me. In such a way that I could not get away from here.

I was surrounded. Damn!

The feeling of fear spread through me. Fear that I knew all too well. But I was prepared, just in case something happened.

I pressed my lips together.

“What are you doing here? Were you eavesdropping?” Adrian asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

Take it easy, Larissa. You’re safe.Here, at a place with tons of students, where everyone knew everyone after a while. A small town full of acquaintances that was in stark contrast to my hometown of Sacramento. So... what did I have to worry about?

I wanted to take a step forward, past Adrian, but he pushed my shoulder against the pillar so that it hurt slightly.

“Ow, are you crazy?!” I hissed angrily now.

Nothing could happen to me here on campus. But the three of them seemed to have nothing better to do than intimidate people with their ridiculous macho looks.

I tried to break free, but Adrian had a strong grip. Fortunately, I knew how to handle it.

“Who sent you?” he inquired when I didn’t answer his last question.

“The Blairs, I’m sure,” the blond guy assumed, still looking at me suspiciously.

“They don’t involve humans,” Adrian only replied, squeezing a little tighter.

Well, that was enough for me.

I set to kick, but to my surprise, Adrian dodged me. And when I tried to twist his arm and dislocate his elbow, he took my second arm and pushed me back against the pillar again.

I cursed softly.

The second time I tried to lift my leg, Adrian put his foot on mine.

Why wasn’t any of this working? It had always worked.Always. So much for the self-defense classes in Sacramento... I had had to pay a stupid $900 for those. Fuel money that I had worked hard to earn.

But no matter what I did, they wouldn’t let me go.

“Do you smell that?” the blond murmured. “That smell is stronger than the others.”

“What’s your fucking problem?” I finally hissed in a grumpy voice. My temper gradually faded.

“Sweetie sure has some balls,” the brown-haired man laughed. And there it was again, that cocky grin.

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