Page 6 of Dark Little Game

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“If Hunter has anything to do with this attack, I’m going to end him,” I say.

“It’s not him,” Weston interjects.

He’s still looking out the window, but there’s a finality to his voice.

“How do you know that?”

Weston’s tone is brittle. “Because my father just textedme, five minutes ago. Hunter’s at his house for dinner. He isn’t on campus yet.”

A hot pool of shame eats away at every nerve in my body.

“Whatever,” I mutter.

Weston finally looks up at me, holding his chin high. “You talk about my brother so much I swear you want to fuck him, Rayne.”

“Stop.”

“He’s on a loop in your head. Rent free. Call me when I have my best friend back, ok?”

Wes heads upstairs and slams his bedroom door shut, the sound reverberating through the whole house.

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Hunter

Crimson College has one thing that I need.

One.

And I’m on my way there now.

The only place I can channel the bitter rage inside me like it’s lightning finding a conduit.

I slide my fingers over the outline of the knife in my front pocket as I make my way across the perfect green grass of the campus.

This is their little kingdom.

My brother and his perfect golden-boy best friend are here, somewhere. And it’s already making my fingers twitch over my knife.

Thinking of my brother’s face has always made me want to push a pillow over it until he suffocates.

He’d say the same about me.

Weston and I have never gotten along, and none of that is going to change now.

I escaped to London for the past two years, far away from my brother.

But that time overseas came to a bitter, ugly end, now didn’t it?

I bite down on the inside of my cheek.

When I taste blood I know I’m finally biting hard enough.

Maybe Crimson College can haveoneother thing to offer me.

Something to keep me from burning the place to ash.

It’s been a few weeks since someone last touched my cock.

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