Page 5 of Devious Secrets

And yet I’m here.

“A prank?” He snaps the lid shut.

“Yes.” I shove off the door. “Hazing.”

Okay, yeah, this could work. The school year just started.

“For Greek Week.” Is that what they call it? The junior college I went to didn’t exactly have sororities.

“Hazing for what?” He continues his questions. I can’t tell if he believes me or not. His thoughts are well guarded behind his cold exterior. Even his jaw has sharp edges.

“Uh… Delta… Omega… Phi?” I clear my throat, hoping to hide the little question at the end of the name. It sounds legit, but I have no idea if the university actually has such a sorority.

“Delta Omega Phi.” He arches a brow. “And what did they want you to do? Steal this box? Why this one?” He twists slightly and drops the box on the desk behind him.

“Look.” I try to loosen my stance. “I have no idea. This is a prank that’s gone terribly wrong. So, if you’ll just let me go, I’ll get back.”

“Who runs the Delta Omega Phi?” he asks casually.

I laugh. It’s forced and fake and even I know I’m blowing this, but still, I forge on.

“I can’t tell you that. It’s part of the whole hazing thing.” I’m horrible at this. I never should have thought I’d get away with it.

I should have stuck with the bathroom story.

“How did you know where this room was? How did you get into this part of the building?” His questions shoot off in rapid fire with each step he takes toward me.

“Um, I don’t know.” I lower my chin, trying to glare at him. “They just told me.”

“Who is they?” He’s in front of me now. The tips of his polished, too expensive shoes nearly touching me.

“I can’t say.” I have to lean my head back to look at him.

“Won’t say, because you can.” He pauses only a beat.

“What?” I flick my gaze to the windows.

Maybe I can get one open and get outside before he grabs me. But even if I do, can I get across the vast lawn and out the front gate before his men tackle me to the ground? Or worse, put a bullet in me. Mira might find out I was dead and come running back straight into the hands of a bigger monster.

No. I have to get out of here free and clear.

His eyes harden when I keep silent. In half a breath, he’s on me, one heavy hand around my throat.

“When I ask you something, it’s best to answer the first time.” His fingers tighten around my throat while he surveys my face. Using both hands, I yank on his wrists, but he’s not budging.

“Let me go,” I say, still trying to get out of his grasp.

“Megan.” He says my name softly, like he’s playing with it.

“Yeah. I already said that.” I slap his wrists. “Let go.”

He presses his body against mine. Hard and unyielding, the man is made of the same stone the rest of the place is.

His eyes wander over my hair. With his free hand, he picks up a lock of it and rubs it between his fingers.

“I’ve seen highlights before, but this is… pure white.” He tilts his head to look at the rest of my hair, at the other streaks of white.

It’s not a dye job, but I’m more concerned with getting his hand off my throat than explaining it to him.

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