Page 5 of Dark Little Game
“Rayne. Wes. Where have you been? Did you hear what happened?”
“Hear what?”
“There’s bad news,” Noah continues, his brow furrowed. “James is in the hospital. Badly hurt.”
Something in my chest goes cold.
I step into the room and lean against the edge of the sofa. “What?”
James is one of the three filthy-rich founding members of Onyx Society.
“James was leaving his house,” Noah explains. “The driver that picked him up strangled him in the black car, but James is…James. He can fend for himself. He broke free.”
“No one fucks with him,” I mutter.
But clearly someonedid.
“James managed to knock him out, but in the process, the driver pulled a gun. James was grazed by a shot on his skull.”
“Holy shit.”
“Neighbors called an ambulance. He’s already at the hospital, his family is there, and he will be fine.”
I nod. “Right. He will be fine. I know that. James is indestructible.”
“I agree.”
“But who attacked him?”
Weston is still looking out into the yard, his expressionunreadable. The shadows cast by the leaves outside dance over his face.
Weston knows James a little better than I do, and I can’t imagine how he must be feeling.
James, Ezra, and Ethan.
All of us know their names.
James, Ezra, and Ethan are like living legends in Onyx, all three of them like the godfathers of this society despite still being in their mid-twenties.
They were juniors when they founded Onyx Society.
Unlike Crimson College, Onyx is new blood. The society is just four years old.
They wanted something like a fraternity that didn’t have to play by any school rules, and when Double Daggers rejected them, they started Onyx.
Noah shakes his head. “Nobody knows, but if anyone can find out, it’s going to be those three guys.”
I set my jaw.
No.
It’s going to be me.
I care about Onyx Society more than I care about my own life.
Ineedthis community.
I need to be the first person in my family to graduate college and succeed. For my mom, but more selfishly, forme.
