Page 260 of Boys Who Taint

I haul him into the locker room and slam the door shut. “Spill it.”

“All right, okay. As long as you don’t tell anyone you heard it from me.” He swallows. “Silas has been planning to abduct Levi.”

I snort. “He’s attacked him before. It didn’t work.”

“That’s not it. He’s going to do it when Levi’s alone.”

“Why? Why not just kill him? Why would he abduct him?” I ask, my fist balling. “He wants to torture him?”

“Yes, but he’s also trying to lure out Kai and Lana.”

My eyes widen. “He wants them to fight the Carusos. Start a war to avenge his sister and erase the Torres family.”

“Like I said, you didn’t hear it from me.”

I grab him by the collar and slam him against the door. “When?”

“Tonight.”

CHAPTER 60

Grey

I have never experienced a moreawkward dinner than this one right here.

She has not just one but three “dads.” Technically, they’re not her dad, but they sure as hell treat her like their own. Alistair, Dylan, and Felix are all seated at the table, one more menacing than the other as they stare me down like they’re deciding which one of them gets to tear me apart like a goddamn turkey needing to be sliced open for dinner.

I pick up my glass of iced water and take a big gulp.

“So … Grey …” Dylan says, tossing a lighter in the air. “Aspen told me you two go to the same university.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “Though, that’s not where we met.”

“Oh really? Where then, if I may ask?”

“The cemetery,” Aspen fills in for me. “I was crying over Mavis, if you must know.”

“I’m glad you paid your sister a visit,” Alistair says. “Did you give her some fresh flowers?”

Aspen nods.

“She visits often,” I say.

“With you?” Dylan asks.

Aspen nods. “Grey … lost his parents, so he understands grief.” She looks at me and smiles as she grabs my hand.

“My condolences,” Alistair says.

“It’s okay,” I say. “It was a long time ago.”

“So how did you afford to go to Spine Ridge then?” Dylan asks. “I mean, it’s not exactly a cheap university.”

Why does this feel like an interrogation?

“My uncle raised me,” I reply. “He’s sort of rich. Gone a lot, too.”

“That doesn’t sound nice,” Alistair says.

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