Page 4 of Dark Little Game
Wes heads forward along the path through the quad, running away from me and my questions.
I’m in my second year of college.
I’m finallysomeone.
I’m in a prestigious secret society, I’m on the football team, and people on campus actually know who I am.
And it feels good to have all eyes on me.
Weston and I slow down the pace as we make it onto our street, Red Row. The street is home to each of the three big society houses, side by side.
Luros Sorority, Double Daggers, and us at Onyx Society.
We’re both breathing heavy as we pass by the houses.Each one has their symbol: roses for Luros house, a stone surrounded by flame for Onyx, and Double Daggers with their twin daggers.
Can I relax, now?
Please?
But like before, something’s off.
Too perfect, all over again.
The whole street smells like fresh-cut grass, and the sound of a riding lawn mower comes from somewhere far off.
And I’m blissfully unaware of what’s unfolding right now.
As I run home, it’s beginning.
One of the Onyx Society founders is being attacked.
A black rope is currently wrapped around his neck.
Someone’s attempting to strangle him.
He’ll be hospitalized in around six minutes.
Five minutes, now, probably.
I just haven’t found out yet.
The Crimson College clock tower bell rings out, reverberating across campus and echoing through the trees.
We head inside the house,pushing through the heavy wooden double doors.
Onyx House looks like something out of an English castle, and I love every detail of it. Tall diamond-paned windows, dark red sofas, and a shiny black grand piano in one corner of the front room.
More than a few empty champagne bottles dot the ledge above the fireplace this afternoon, remnants of last night’s party.
If Hunter is going to be here, I’m not letting him ruin this.
Onyx will always be my home.
Not his.
A few of the guys are in the back sunroom when Wes and I walk in.
Noah is facing us, picture-perfect in a dark red Crimson College jersey.
