Page 64 of Caelum

And Coach was being hella shortsighted with his training plan for her. Something else Reed was right about.

“You’re taking a lot of notice in my—” I wanted so fucking badly to say Chosen, but instead tacked on, “friend.” Said friend had wiped her face on a paper towel, guzzled down some water, but was retreating to the treadmill to carry on with her workout.

What she didn’t have in stamina or endurance, she made up for in resilience, that was for damn sure.

Or was it obstinacy?

“Figure she needs as many friends as she can get with your Pack around her.”

Reed’s words had my eyes widening and my focus shifting squarely to him.

Before he could do no less than blink, I was on him, pounding the shit out of him until Coach hauled me back and away.

Seeing his double black eyes an hour later made it totally worth having to clean out the guys’ locker room as punishment for whacking Coach in my efforts to get back at Reed.

SEVENTEEN

FRAZER

When I ducked into the kitchen, I wasn’t totally surprised to see the fridge open with someone inside.

With four hundred students, the kitchen was usually busy. Sure, there were set mealtimes, but our calorific input was heavy. Several thousand calories a day barely scratched the surface for some of the guys—myself included.

What did surprise me waswhowas raiding the fridge. When I saw the sweetheart ass outlined in pants that were at least three sizes too big, I felt my cock harden.

Eve was the sexiest woman at Caelum.

And she didn’t even know it.

All her clothes were too big, yet every single item somehow managed to reveal just how ample her curves were even though she was covered from head to toe.

It was a phenomenon, but one I was grateful for. She was like a collection of modern art. You couldn’t just look at her and seeonething. You saw many. She required study, and I knew I wasn’t alone in feeling that way.

I’d imagined she was like every other girl on campus. That she was the same old conquest just waiting to happen. A chance to one-up Stefan, get into her pants before the other guy did, but Eve? She wouldn’t be pigeonholed, and that made her all the more fascinating to me.

“Hungry?” I drawled, not wanting to freak her out because sheevidently hadn’t heard me come in—her reflexes were atrocious, and that was a huge concern.

She squeaked then yelped. The yelp came after a bump, and I knew she’d hit her head on the fridge door.

When she peered over at me with a scowl on her face, I watched in amazement as it instantly softened. “Oh. Frazer.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. I wasn’t sure if anyone had looked at me that way before, and I liked it.

Far too much.

My voice was way too husky when I rasped, “What’s your poison?”

She blinked at me then back into the fridge as she rubbed her head where she’d bumped it. “I was thinking peanut butter.” She smiled at me. “Nestor showed it to me yesterday. I like it.”

“You’d never had peanut butter before yesterday?” I gaped at her and then wanted to gape at myself.

Knowing she’d been raised in some weird-ass cult and seeing it with my own eyes were two separate entities. Just because I knew about her childhood didn’t lessen my surprise any when I learned about something that was new to her.

“Nope.”

She wasn’t offended by my surprise. “You should have it with jelly. That’s my country’s staple.” I winced. “Our country’s staple.” She was American also, just the most unusual American I’d come across…

And I’d been stuck in a mental health facility when I was eleven.

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