Page 32 of Let Us Prey

“Payback’s a bitch when people know where you live,” I mutter just loud enough for him to hear.

Coughing, he leans down and whispers, “Sure would suck to be hunted and homeless.”

I laugh softly, giving him a sweet smile. “Felix will love dealing with you when Fitz moves me into their townhouse without asking.”

He groans and looks around before admitting, “You win this one,petite.”

Fuck, the French gets me every time. This guy is determined to torture me.

Now I’m Following You

Fitz

No one would believeI’ve had my girl on campus over a week without making a move. But those fuckers wouldn’t realize that she’s been through a lot and even though I’m banging the shit out of Chess, I’m dealing with my blue balls.

Why?

I’m not a fucking animal—at least, not entirely. The night we met, she was brokenhearted and destroyed. When I finally revealed myself this summer, she was healing, and that fuckwit re-traumatized her. Now she’s trying to adjust to a world that wants to kill her for funsies. My baby girl isn’t quite ready to dive into the deep end of the relationship pool yet.

And taking Chess and I on definitely means something, so I don’t want to push her before she’s capable of handling us.

She doesn’t seem to mind me meandering down to her little enclave in the Tower at night or even showing up in the morning. No, the lovely Dolly laughs and continues getting ready while I putz about her room and jabber. It’s kind of comfortable and besides Chess, I don’t think I’ve been that close to anyone that’snot my twin before. I like it, though I’d like it a hell of a lot more if it followed sexy morning time.

Being a good guy is a pain in my tight ass.

That’s why I’m not worried about dropping by her room without texting. She knows I’m keyed to her floor and hasn’t once complained that I come and go as I please. Occasionally I catch her in a delicious state of undress—which I’m hoping to now—and she turns a shade of pink I’m sure matches her nipples.

Dear Bast, please let her nipples be that rosy shade and I’ll try not to scare the sheep for at least a week.

Seems like a good deal, right?

Smirking to myself, I whistle as I enter the Tower from the front, following the path the two ancients prescribed for my girl to her floor. It’s likely the rest of my friends are upstairs grouching about the day, but I’m eager to see my girl. I’ll pop upstairs to check in after I’ve taken a dive in her sweet scent for a bit. They won’t miss me, anyway. Chess can hold down the fort.

The room is dark when I fling open the door, and I frown. It’s dinnertime; where the hell is she? Pulling out my phone, I prepare to fire off a concerned text whether or not I’m over my daily limit. It’s not overbearing when it’s out of concern, right?

Fuck it, I don’t care. I’m doing it.

That’s when I hear laughter. Not in her room, but filtering through the drafty old structure’s vents. I move down the hall to the staircase, knowing the acoustics are better in the long, empty stone paths.

“… so I told them all to go to the library to get the books they’d need for the reading. He’s going to explode!”

My lips curve when I realize it’s Renard. Since the target of his joke has to be the spicy lizard, my brother and Chess must be upstairs. I grin a little because I enjoy poking at the dragon, buthis OG BFF Renard is the tits at it. He knows how to get that scaly asshole going like no one I know, and he doesn’t even get his tail fried off for it. Normally, I’d head up to join their tête-à-tête, but I really wanted to see my baby girl first.

Wait a tick.

If the winged wonder set Aubrey up to have a library filled with students after classes, he’d need help. He’s not good with crowds anyway and that skinny chicken who works for him doesn’t stay after dark. Now I know why my girl’s not here—fucking Aubrey has her running her tail off because of Renard.

My eyes narrow and I ponder stomping upstairs to kick the gargoyle’s ass. That won’t work because he’s goddamn enormous if he shifts. I could go beat the dragon’s ass, but he’d roast me like a pig on a spit. Not that I’d ever in a million years admit that either of those senior shifters could best the entire staff at Apex without breaking a sweat on their stupid wings.

Being able to fly and having other badass abilities is cheating.

Growling under my breath, I stalk back to my girl’s room and yank open the door. If I can’t get satisfaction through violence, I’ll have to satisfy my needs in other ways.

I bet if I hunt long enough, I’ll find her diary.

That would definitely tell me where she is on the ready to get freaky scale. Chicks always confide in their journals and shit, right? That’s how I’ll know if I can make my move.

Fitz Khan is on the hunt.

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