Page 16 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“What?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“You’re sure what’s nothing?”
“There could be a lot of reasons?—”
“Fuck sakes, Ravi…” I cut him off. “Spit it out.”
“Her dorm is in Craven Hall.”
That was it? “So?”
I was expecting her to be the daughter of some dangerous asshole, related to the Murphys—fuck those guys—or some super genius we had to stay away from.
“She’s in Craven House, Issac.”
Shit.
That couldn’t mean anything good. Seven dorms around campus had small houses behind them. The college claimed that they were for overflow, but that was a cover story. Despite Ravi’sclaim that there could be a lot of reasons, there was only one reason someone would be put in one of those houses.
“Are you sure?” I asked Ravi.
He nodded.
Fuck.
Georgia Pyne wasn’t given a scholarship because of academic merit. Someone brought her here for one of us.
“Do you know who it is?”
Ravi shook his head. “No.”
I didn’t expect him to know. There were certain things we weren’t given a choice in, including our prospective brides. It was all about the bloodlines. That was why we were enhanced, as my father called it.
The Society came from a line of ancient druids, and our women were descendants of Salem. We didn’t marry for love. We married for power. Meaning one of us was going to have to fuck and breed Georgia Pyne.
“Maybe it’s not what we think?” Ravi suggested. “The dorm could’ve been full.”
“No, it’s exactly what we think.”
“You can’t know that.”
Oh, but I could, and he knew it too. Besides… “My father called last night. He’ll be here this afternoon.”
My father ran the American side of the Society. He only came to campus for two reasons, neither of which had to do with school. When he called, I thought he had found out about our escapade with the dean. Now, I knew better.
Ravi huffed out a sigh, “Well, fuck.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
We all knew this day would eventually come, and none of us were looking forward to it. Least of all Ravi, who was enjoying his fuck everyone lifestyle.
“What do you want to do with her now?”
What kind of question was that? “Why would anything change?”
“She belongs to one of us.”
