Page 57 of Revenge of a Queen

I nod and he continues, “I have just heard from the school board about a Winter ball,” he says with a frown.

“Okayyy,” I respond wondering why the fuck I would care about some stupid school dance.

“Hallows Preparatory is inviting us to join their festivities,” his face is set in a tight grimace as he talks.

Fucking Elliot Donovan. I was a fool to be on edge thinking he would attack me out in the open in retaliation. That’s not how snakes work though, is it? They stalk and slither through the grass, waiting to stumble across their prey. He is using his name and connections like always to try and get to me.

“I see,” I say, acknowledging what he said.

“Is there something I need to be made aware of, Elle?” he asks, looking worried.

“Honestly, at this point, Graham, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I say in truth. “I have to go but I will explain everything soon, I promise,” I add, and he nods.

I dart back into the cafeteria and nod my head at the guys that we need to go, they don’t hesitate before rising from the table. I don’t wait for them as I make my way out of school ahead of the guys and text Ash telling him to meet us at the house with whatever he has found. I make it to the bottom of the steps before someone grabs me from behind and I drop my phone to the floor. I throw my elbow back immediately hitting my attacker in the stomach, but the hardness there hurts my arm probably more than it did them.

They trap my arms down at the side of my body, in an impressive move, making it impossible to reach my knife. So, I have to get creative. I throw my head back and smash right into whoever is holding me, connecting with their nose and I smirk as they grunt in pain.

I don’t get a chance to fight any further before I am slammed against the wall and recognition flows through me at the familiar face, and the last one I ever expected to find here. What the fuck?

“Getting sloppy, little sis,” he says with a smirk as blood drips down from his nose onto his lip.

Before I can even form a response, Lincoln appears grabbing him by the back of the neck and slams him against the wall by his throat, as Marcus pulls me into his side.

“You must have a death wish,” Linc says to him coolly, with a firm grip around his neck but my attacker just smiles wider, flicking his eyes back to me.

“Oh, I like this one, can I keep him?” he asks, licking the blood from his lips, and bringing his gaze back to Lincoln.

“Cut it out, Logan,” I groan with exasperation and Linc frowns.

“You know this guy?” he questions, not taking his gaze from Logan’s.

“Unfortunately,” I reply. “You can release him,” I gesture at him.

“Or not,” Logan teases, “I will gladly let you show me what else that hand can grip,” he says with a wink and I roll my eyes.

Lincoln drops his hand and steps back, but his gaze doesn’t move as he assesses him. No doubt trying to work out everything about him, and how he can use it against him, if need be. I’m sure once we leave here, he will take his name and go all hacker on his ass, until he knows everything from where he was born to how he takes his fucking coffee.

Logan ignores him for a moment and turns back to me, “Missed you, sis,” he teases with a gleaming smile.

“Sis?” Marcus questions, looking between the two of us.

Logan takes in his grip on my hip before holding his hand out for Marcus to shake, “Ah, you must be the famous River. Nice to finally meet you,” he preens, before turning to me. “Fucking hot, sis, no wonder you came back to this rat-infested dump,” he says, holding his hand out for me to fist bump, but I just shake my head at him so he drops it.

He turns to the others, “So that must mean you’re Jace,” he asks nodding to him, “and this delicious glass of tall and handsome is Lincoln. I hear you swing for the better team, if you are interested in taking a ride?” he purrs, grabbing his crotch with a completely serious tone and a flirty smile on his face.

“Boys, meet Logan,” I say, gesturing my hand from him to the guys.

“Her brother,” he adds with a smile and I groan.

“Arthur and Helen's adopted son,” I confirm.

“The best child they ever picked,” he says with a wink.

“Where’s Lily?” I question, trying to change the subject and finding out where his twin is.

“Eurghhh, who knows where that little Satanist ever is,” he declares with a shrug.

“But she’s here with you?” I confirm.

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