Page 80 of The Revenge You Seek
The main door is open and after scanning the communal area, I make my way to her room.
Silently, I walk over.
She might be waiting for me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to announce my arrival early and give her the heads up.
Pressing my ear against the door, the low beats of her music sound out and every muscle in my body pulls tight.
She's right on the other side of the door.
My fists curl as I try to rein myself in.
A noise out in the hallway makes me jump into action and I wrap my hand around the door handle and twist in the hope that if she's waiting for me then it'll be unlocked.
And it is.
I suck in a breath and throw it wide open.
I scan the room quickly as I step inside, expecting to find her immediately. But I don't.
Her bed is made, the room is tidy and aside from the music, it's silent.
What the—
A closed door on the other side of the room taunts me and I walk over expecting to hear running water and for her to be in the shower.
Fucking perfect if she is.
But even before the door crashes back against the wall, I already know she’s not here.
She's fucking playing me.
My teeth grind in frustration.
I knew I shouldn't have got out of the fucking car.
Turning my back on her bathroom, I come to a stop in the middle of her room.
Part of me is tempted to throw myself on her bed and wait her out, punish her the second she reappears for this little stunt.
But then my eyes fall on her desk and the campus map that's sitting there folded to reveal a small section of the vast college.
I glance down at my watch. It's nine p.m. on a Sunday night, it should be shut.
But that doesn't stop me swiping up the map and taking off.
Knowing it's not too far away, I leave my car where it is and take off on foot.
The campus is quiet as I pass building after building. The students who are about to disappear into dorm buildings for the night. Thankfully, no one stops me as I approach the building I want.
The Richard J. Armitage Library is by far the most ornate of the Maddison Kings University buildings. It's gothic architecture and stained-glass windows make it stand out from the rest. But I pay it little mind as I head toward the entrance.
The parking lot behind me is empty, bar one car. One that I recognize. One that stirs something within me. Because if my gut feeling is right then she's in there with them while trying to play me.
If that's true, it's really not going to end well. For her.
All the foyer lights are off but there are a few on deeper in the building. And it's seeing those that makes me push the door before me.
It opens, thankfully silently and I slip inside.
