Page 112 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

“You don’t want to help make any decisions? I thought you wanted to be part of the interview process. I have pictures here, and we can decide together—”

“Nope,” I wave him away. “You do it. We trust you. Don’t we, Caleb?”

Caleb is grinning at his phone, his pupils dark and wide, clearly very into whatever Haley has just sent him. When he looks at me, he looks like a man half-possessed. “What? Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

J.C. curses under his breath. “You two suck.”

“Text me a list of what to bring, okay? Everything will be fine. And if it isn’t, everyone will be too drunk and having too much sex to care.”

As I leave, I hear J.C. mutter some more curses. “I fucking hope so. It will be your fault if this sucks. I’m not taking the blame.”

33

Noah

I drive around for a while, not sure where to go or what to do.

I want to see Penny.

Now.

Yesterday.

The day before.

I want to reverse these two years of wasted days and relive them one at a time—but with her.

I’ve wanted to see her for days now, but I’ve kept my distance.

It didn’t feel safe to see her.

Not until I know what to do.

The problem is, it has been a week, and I still don’t know what to do.

And she hasn’t reached out.

I stayed away, but I also assumed she’d come to me at some point. If she missed me the way she said she did and cared about me like she claimed, she’d reach out.

But she hasn’t. So now I’m frustrated in more ways than one.

Every morning, I’ve woken up with a raging hard-on between my legs.

I pump my frustration out, imagining it’s Penny around my cock instead of my hand.

But the second I’m finished, the frustration returns. It’s an itch I can’t scratch, a thirst I can’t quench.

Not without Penny.

Andfuck, if that isn’t maddening.

The worst thing of all is I’ve done this to myself.

I thought if I got my revenge on Penny I’d be happy again.

If I could ruin her life, I’d finally be able to move on.

Except, I haven’t ruined her life, and I’m more obsessed than ever.

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