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That didn’t make me feel better. “Will she be okay?” I cast a worried glance at Ainsley. What had Carter done to her? Physically the doctor assured Ainsley would be fine. It was her mental state that concerned me—the trauma. She hadn’t said much in the hospital, still too high, but I was scared of what she might remember or might not remember.

“I don’t know,” he admitted after a long moment of silence. “She’ll sleep it off. We’ll see tomorrow.”

Tomorrow.Shit.I had detention in the morning.

With Carter.

Chapter Nine

Igave new meaning to dragging your feet. Only part of it was due to me not being a morning person. Seventy percent of my procrastination came from not wanting to go to the Academy on a Saturday.

Who the fuck enjoyed going to school on their weekend?

I guessed that was the punishment of a Saturday detention.

This early in the morning, all I could think was Principal Wallis could suck my ass.

I had Ava to blame for this early morning torture. Why in God’s name did they demand we be there at seven in the morning?

Still half asleep, I slipped into my favorite pair of leggings and added a knitted black sweater that was frayed in random spots over the lacy bralette. I found Brock downstairs in the kitchen sipping coffee when I appeared barely functioning. He held out a cup for me. I didn’t say it out loud, but I thought it:Brock is a godsend.

Savoring the first bold sip, I leaned into the counter, thinking it was the damn best coffee I ever had.

Or maybe it was Brock in the morning that made it taste so good.

He stared at me from the other side of the kitchen island, eyes smoldering. “I’ve never seen anyone consume coffee the way you do.”

I took another long sip. “Then you need new friends. Coffee is the nectar of the gods.”

His lips twitched. “Most people would say that about booze, not coffee.”

“And that is what is wrong with this world,” I replied, smiling at him. “You sure you don’t want me to wake her up?” I asked for the third time. “I can call her an Uber.” Ainsley was still fast asleep on his couch, but who could blame her. I wouldn’t be up if it weren’t ordered by the principal.

I cursed Ava.

“It’s fine. I’ll pump her full of electrolytes while you’re doing time.”

I gave him a sarcastic short laugh. “Hilarious. Be nice,” I said over the rim of my cup.

Without an ounce of humility, he grinned. “When am I not nice?”

That damn smile. It was like a spider’s trap, waiting to ensnare me in his web of sexiness. I snorted, practically shooting coffee out of my nose. “If I had the time, I’d make you a list.”

“Good thing Grayson’s on his way.”

I took another drink of my coffee. “Anyone ever tell you that you guys are extreme?”

“Try and stay out of trouble, Firefly,” he retorted. “Detention isn’t good for our school transcripts.”

I rolled my eyes. As if any of them cared about their files. “What’s the big deal? You’ll just have them altered anyway.”

He lifted his mug in salute. “True.”

I hated that I wouldn’t be there when Ainsley woke up. Hopefully, she wouldn’t freak out, waking up in a strange place and then realizing it was Brock’s house. She was so going to freak out.

What mattered though was she was safe. And alive.

I didn’t know how I would be able to sit in detention with Carter and not put my hands on him. Thinking about last night, what he could have done to her, what he might have done to her… it made me sick. My coffee rolled and sloshed in my stomach.

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