Page 251 of A University of Betrayal

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It wasn’t until I reached my front door that I was snapped back to the present. By the sharp sound of a blade cutting through the air.

Fwhip.

Clunk.

I backed away as a knife pierced my wooden door and spun around instantly.

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through my left shoulder.

“What the...” I gasped in pain and looked at the knife in my shoulder. Blood stained my pastel blue shirt and crept down to my gray vest. Then the biting pain intensified, and I staggered back with my hand on my shoulder.“Fuck!”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to dull the pain with Umbra, but I didn’t even get a chance because someone rushed to me and yanked the knife out of my shoulder.

My shoulder went rigid with a burning contraction.

I groaned.

“Nice little house, Quentin,” I heard my attacker joke, and as I bent over, looking up in stabbing pain, I spotted the Ruisangor from the bar.

Miles DeLoughrey.

He was inspecting my house with interest, polishing the blade with a black piece of fabric as if he hadn’t just shoved it into me.

“Fuck!”I squeezed out again under the next wave of pain. “You hit me.”

Miles looked at me as I straightened up in alarm and staggered backward.

He grinned. “I hit when Iwantto hit...”

“Why…?”

Before I could finish the question, I found myself slammed into my front door, in Miles’s stranglehold.

“I could ask you the same.”

Miles’s hint of humor was gone.

“Seriously?” He pushed me against the door, laughing coldly, not choking me, but his grip was firm. “‘Come on... Did you think I couldn’t put two and two together?” He glared at me fiercely. His jaw was working. “What have you done to me?” He fixed me with his gaze and his eyes began to glow. “What’s a guy like you hiding?”

Damn. He had found out. However, he had done that. The dosage must have been incorrect.

Now he was angry, and I had only one chance to get rid of him.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business!” I forced out.

“You should have thought about thatbeforeyou rammed afuckingneedle into my neck,” he grumbled unenthusiastically.

“Okay, okay,” I began, lifting the bloody hand from my shoulder, although I would have liked to have kept it pressed on the badly aching wound. I grimaced in pain. “Let go of me, and I’ll tell you.”

“I’d like to believe you, but your other hand is too close to your pocket for that.”

I gritted my teeth.

I was finished. I had been too careless, and now I was paying the consequences. All because I couldn’t get a woman out of my foggy head. And I knew I would never get J out of there.

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