Page 237 of Blood & Betrayals

Alice throws her head back, laughing hard, but she reins herself in quickly, wanting more information. “How big was it?”

My lips twitch, and I hold my hands up, roughly estimating what I felt against me this morning.

Alice lifts her brows, almost impressed. “Connor versus Max?”

I roll my eyes. “Connor,” I reply immediately.

Alice purses her lips. “Size-wise?”

I wrinkle my nose as I think. “Well, I’d need to analyze Max’s cock more. I just felt it against me.” A laugh burst from me at the sheer ridiculousness of this conversation.

“Okay, but you need to, for science.” Alice snorts.

“Absolutely not. Connor’s is the only cock for me.”

Alice smirks. “I just mean for you to measure it, not straddle it.”

I roll my eyes and start drawing a rune for the task.

“How was the headmaster?” Alice asks.

Fuck, my plan didn’t work that well, I guess.

“Fine. I gave him the list of my missing clothes.” I feel the blush crawl up my throat and into my cheeks again, the tips of my ears burning.

Alice snorts. “You put the panties on there, too?”

I bury my face in my hands. “Gods. Why am I like this?”

Alice chuckles. “People like your panties. What can you do?”

I glare at her. “People don’t like my panties.”

“Clearly, someone does.” Alice snickers.

“A killer stalker.” I pause. “Or the janitor.” I cringe, unsure which is worse.

Alice tips her head and eyes me. “You don’t think it’s… you know. Theguy.”

I frown.

“What if he’s the one who’s stealing them?”

“He’s gone,” I say, shaking my head.

“He is? Why?” Alice watches me, and I hate the feeling of being analyzed.

I look down at my page and the incomplete rune sitting there. “We had a disagreement,” I say, giving her a half-truth.

“Well, when did your panties last go missing?”

“Before the fight. But I’m sure it’s not him.”

“Okay. Well then, someone else likes your panties.”

It’s like Alice mentioning the stranger unlocks something in me, and I can’t stop thinking about him. Could he have them? It is a fairly large coincidence that the panties stopped disappearing when he did, but also Connor and I have been much more conscious of where we fuck and where my panties are.

After class, Alice heads to lunch while I duck into the bathroom. I stare down at my phone. The messages with the stranger are still there. The chat has been unused for weeks now, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to delete it for some reason. I tap on it, and it opens. The last message sits there, the message before it all went wrong.

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