Page 116 of Boys Who Taint

“I can’t, you know that. He’s one of us now.”

“No.” I keep shaking my head because I can’t fucking believe it. “You shouldn’t have fucking let him.”

“Anyone has a shot.”

“He’s not staying one goddamn day in this fucking house,” I growl.

“He’s a Phantom now, with as much privilege as you.”

This is a nightmare come to life. “Fuck no!”

“It’s already done, Levi. It’s out of my hands now.”

I grab him by the shirt and scream up close. “Youlet him in!”

“Calm. Down.” He grabs both my wrists. “Before you hurt yourself.”

I jerk free. “I’m not gonna calm down when he’s infiltrated our goddamn Society.” I march past him.

“He’s joined fair and square!” Apollo yells after me.

I sigh out loud and rub my forehead as I head inside. I’m already done with tonight, and it hasn’t even started. All because those two came to a party I didn’t know they were invited to. What wasApollo thinking, allowing Grey to join our Society? Is he trying to provoke me? Or is he trying to mend things back together when no one asked him to?

I get to the dance floor and lo and behold … there he fucking is, chatting with her friends. It infuriates me so much that I nearly pull my knife from my pocket and throw it at him.

Grey looks me dead in the eyes with that dumb smirk on his face, and I know he can see it.

I know he can see the fury building inside me.

The unquenchable fire he started.

“You can’t hurt him,” Apollo says, pulling my hand from my pocket. “Not now. Not ever. He’s one of us now.”

One of us now.

It’s like Grey’s eyes are saying the same words.

I can’t hurt him.

And he fucking knows.

“Those are the rules,” Apollo adds. “I’m sorry.”

I know the fucking rules.

My own damn father created them.

“Just ignore them for now. Have a drink or two. Dance with a pretty girl, maybe one with big boobs so you won’t be able to see him.” Apollo winks. “Eh, have some fun.”

“Leave me the fuck alone,” I say, grinding my teeth.

He raises his hands and backs off. “I’m just saying, you really don’t want another murder on your hands when half the campus already hates your guts.”

Of course, he’d remind me of my darkest moment to keep me from making another.

But I’ll be damned if we let this fucking weasel into our sacred place.

Grumbling, I make my way to the drinks table and pick up a glass filled with hard liquor, dunking it down in one go.

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