Page 55 of Bleed for Me

Unable to help myself, I glanced back over at the guys, but they weren’t talking to each other anymore. Seven and Archer were staring right at me. My heart rate sped up as images from last night attacked my memory. Archer’s moans as Seven pounded into him, and then Seven’s tongue between my legs.

Shit.

His dirty, yet soothing words as he encouraged me along, helping me find release. It was addicting. They were both addicting in different ways. Did Archer know what we’d done last night? Did he care?

Blowing out a heavy breath, my eyes darted over to Jordan. He was busy talking to Shay, and the twins had also joined them now, casting jealous looks over in their direction.

When breakfast ended, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough while simultaneously trying to wait for Cheyanne and the others at the same time. My shoulders relaxed as we rounded the corner of our hall and started toward the library.

“Why was Shay sitting with Jordan?” Ryder spoke up, asking the question I was equally wanting to know the answer to.

Tyler frowned like he hadn’t noticed, and maybe he didn’t. He was often in a world of his own and didn’t talk much. His face had healed tremendously since the first time I’d seen him. The bruises were a lighter shade of purple with yellow surrounding them and the cut on his lip had nearly healed completely.

“Maybe she likes him.” I shrugged, nonchalantly, even though it gave me a small discomfort to think about.

Jordan was attractive. There was no doubt about that. He had beautiful blue eyes that were ringed with green, and a sharp facial structure. His presence alone was dominating. There was no reason at all that I should be even the tiniest bit jealous. It didn’t make sense. Being in the asylum was lonely, and it was easy to get swept up in any kind of attention offered to you. After a while, hobbies even seemed boring. We needed human interaction, and it was limited here, especially if you were new.

Cheyanne spoke up, slicing through my thoughts as we neared the entrance to the library. “I hope not.” She grimaced with a dramatic shudder.

Curiosity won out and I glanced at her with interest. “Why is that?”

Sighing, she came to a halt once we breached the doorway and then turned to face me. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, and she hesitated for a moment before casting a weary glance around to make sure no one else was present.

Was it really that serious?

In any other circumstance, I might have laughed. But we were at an asylum filled with people who had committed vile acts in their pasts, so nothing was far-fetched anymore.

“He’s just batshit insane. You know how I said that Seven and Archer were crazy?” she pried.

I nodded.

“Well…he’s even crazier. Hehearsthings—voices.” She shakes her head. “That’s all I’m going to say. Come on.” She tips her head toward the door motioning me forward.

My heart pounded loudly beneath my ribcage. Voices. I knew that was a high possibility of him having psychosis, but I’d never really considered it before. I’d been hearing things, too. Did I have psychosis? As much as I wanted to know, bringing it up to Dr. Blake wasn’t an option. He'd keep me here longer.

Nervous energy prickled along my skin as I followed them to an empty table. Archer brought me here during my first week out of lock-down. Bookshelves surrounded us, giving us the illusion we were secluded. That was only true for the spot he’d shown me during the tour.

I dropped into the seat between Ryder and Cheyanne, my palms meeting the flat surface of the wooden table.

Tyler sat across from me, his expression hardened as if he were deep in thought. The muscle along his jaw feathered with agitation, his eyes zeroed in on the table, looking at it as if the inanimate object had eaten his mother.

“Tyler?” I asked, concern lacing my tone.

His gaze snapped to mine, and his expression softened as he attempted to school his features, but we were past that. I’d seen that look on his face already.

“Is everything okay?” My gaze searched his for any sign that he wasn’t. I didn’t know Tyler well, but from what I did know about him, he always seemed chill.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting back down to the table as he immersed himself in an internal battle—probably debating on whether he should say anything or not.

Finally, he relented. “I’m worried about Shay. She’s never shown any interest in Jordan before, and she knows the kind of sick shit he’s capable of.”

I wanted to ask him what kind ofsick shithe was referring to, but decided now probably wasn’t the time to interrogate him. When we’d left the cafeteria, Shaylynn was still hanging out with Jordan. There was no sign she was going to leave him. In fact, it seemed like she was planning on following him out of the cafeteria.

“Shay is a big girl,” Ryder cut in with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”

Tyler nodded, but didn’t seem any more at ease.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted, heat spreading along the outer layers of my skin. Glancing over, Jordan appeared from around a bookshelf with Shay behind him. His gaze roamed over me for a moment before he glanced at the people surrounding me.

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