Page 38 of Soulless Angel

Raina snickered. “What can I say? It keeps things spicy. Nothing feels as good as that post danger fuck.”

I almost choked on my latte. A sudden burst of laughter almost made some come out my nose. Raina was far more blunt and bold with personal information than me. However, she wasn’t wrong.

“I bet. Sounds exciting.” Briar laughed, clinking her ice again. “I’m jealous. I haven’t had any action in months.”

Raina waved a hand, indicating the many guys on campus. “Take your pick. I’m sure you could have pretty much any guy here that you want.”

Briar scoffed. “Most of these guys are a hard no. Not my type.”

The girls began to discuss the campus men. I listened while Briar and Lyra compared notes on guys they’d dated. Lyra didn’t have many stories to share. According to her, Jet had chased off everyone who’d shown interest in her.

“What’s the deal with Jet and his cult anyway?” Raina asked, crumpling her empty muffin wrapper into a ball. “How much do you know about it?”

“Not really anything.” The mention of Jet’s name had Lyra fidgeting with her braid again. “He’s never told me much about it. Before I lived on campus, when we both still lived at home, he came in one time covered in blood. He didn’t expect anyone to beawake. I ran into him on my way to the bathroom while he was creeping back into his room. He told me not to say a word about it to anyone. Whatever he’s doing, I don’t want to know.”

Raina seemed skeptical. “That’s all he said? No threats or anything? That doesn’t seem like Jet’s style.”

A faint pink hue colored Lyra’s cheeks. She glanced down at the table top. “There may have been a threat of some sort. I don’t really remember that well. It was a while ago.”

Yeah, there was definitely a threat involved. One that she did not want to share with us. I could just imagine.

“Maybe we should find a way to infiltrate that little cult of his,” Raina suggested. “I would love to know what he’s really up to.”

Lyra gave a vigorous shake of her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I prefer to stay as far away from Jet as possible. Whatever he’s up to, it’s probably better if we don’t know.”

“Ignorance isn’t always bliss,” Raina pointed out. “They make documentaries about guys like him.”

“Guys like who?”

Jet’s sudden appearance made me jump.

Lyra let out a little yelp, covering her mouth. Her sea colored eyes grew wide, filling with fear. “Nobody. Nothing. Just girl talk. What do you want, Jet?”

“Yeah, Jet. What do you want? When Lyra is with the girls, she’s off limits. Got it?” Like a wild animal about to pounce, Raina watched him with a predatory glint in her eyes.

Jet hunched over, a hand on his ribs. A scrape marked his face from Daire throwing him down on the asphalt. I’d heard all about the ass kicking the Angels had given him. I was surprised to see him up and around.

“Stuff it, Raina. I’m not interested in anything you have to say. This is between me and Lyra.” Leaning down next to Lyra, Jet murmured something softly in her ear.

Her face turned red, and she immediately grew flustered. She shot to her feet, mumbling, “I have to take off. I’ll talk to you girls later.”

Jet cast a satisfied smirk back at us as the two of them walked away together. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide the slight limp every time he took a step.

As much as I hated Jet and loved Lyra, nobody could save her from him. She would have to save herself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CLOVER

“Are you sure you can handle this, Rainbow? You look like you’re going to puke and pass out.” A worry line creased Blaze’s brow.

“You don’t have to do this,” Cash added. “We can find another way.”

“There is no other way,” I protested. “Yes, I feel kind of like I want to throw up and blackout, but I’ll be okay. I can push through. It’s not like I really have a choice. This is the only way.”

The Sinners had finally come through for us. After several days of waiting, they’d informed us that they managed to secure us a key card so we could access the VIP area at Paradise. The news was both good and bad. All I wanted was for this to be over. And yet, the thought of stepping foot back inside that place left me shaking and ill.

This would be our last visit. There was no way of knowing what we would face back there. Our plan was to act like we belonged there. We would go through the motions, doing whatever it took to make it seem like we were like anyone else back there. Sick, degenerate monsters.

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