Page 69 of Boys Who Taint

I walk into the left hallway and come face-to-face with Levi and Apollo, casually strolling toward me, hands in their pockets. Their dark, tousled hair partially obscures their eyes, which are burning a hole into my head.

I face them head-on without fear, determined not to let their incessant glaring distract me.

Levi’s only interest is to make me hate him, and Apollo just wants to rattle me with all those filthy jokes. The two are playing this dirty game together, and I don’t appreciate it one bit.

But the moment I pass them both, Apollo grins and says, “Hey, Freckles … how was the bonfire?” His half-mast, radiant gray eyes home in on me like a moth to a flame. “Did you see anyone special?”

The pebbles are nearly crushed in the palm of my hand as I come to an abrupt stop.

My head slowly turns to meet his gaze, and when he winks, it sets the fire in my heart ablaze.

That motherfucker… he knows.

He fucking knows about my Ghost.

Is it him?

With his hands still in his pockets, he casually saunters off with Levi, not giving a care in the world about the ramifications of what he just said.

He’s been acting so goddamn fishy with me ever since Mavis died. Like he couldn’t wait to suddenly insert himself into my life, and the way he looked at me, as if he couldn’t wait to eat me out just like Ghost did …

I shiver.

It’s all starting to make sense now.

Those words were no accident.

I’m going to find out exactly why he spoke them, and when I do, there will be hell to pay.

CHAPTER 17

Levi

I plantmy toes on the edge of the swimming pool and look at the water beneath, the calmness of it in such stark fucking contrast to the violence drowning my soul.

I pull down my swimmer goggles and brace myself, when a sudden tap on my shoulder pulls me out of my jump.

What in the fu—

A knife slithers right underneath my chin.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

I frown as I turn around to look at Aspen Caruso, completely taken aback by her sudden invasion of my life when I’ve long banned her from mine.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t do this,” she hisses.

There are none.

I snort. “Kill me then. I have no objections.”

Her face contorts. “You motherfu—Do you even fucking care?”

My face is emotionless as I say, “No.” I lean into the knife. “So kill me and get it over with. Quickly. Before anyone sees you holding that goddamn knife.”

Her hand begins to quake.

“You can’t do it, can you?” I whisper, narrowing my eyes. “Aw … poor Aspen.”

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