Page 16 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

Wolf was a twin.

My journalist/investigative hat really on now, the majority of my searches surrounded them and the fucked-up shit they’d both gone through before coming here to Pembroke. The two had gone through a lot, an understatement, and honestly, some of how messed up Wolf seemed to be was really starting to make sense. He and his sister, he and his family really seemed to have been given a shit bag when it came to life. Of course, that didn’t give him license to treat people the way he did, but yeah, I got it.

I kind of wished I didn’t, though. I didn’t want to sympathize with him, and I definitely didn’t want to be obsessing the way I had. I was on my belly googling for what felt like the umpteenth morning, searching about him, when Heath knocked on my open door. He had his camera bag on his arm, his school one on the other.

“Uh, so Ares Mallick is at our door.”

I froze, the pencil literally falling from my mouth. I’d been searching on my laptop while jotting notes on my Steno pad.

He said he’d text.

This wasn’t a text, or a call. The fucker had left me on read the last time I’d asked if we could, I don’t know, maybe hammer out what I was supposed to be doing regarding this girlfriend shit. He’d been completely silent since that day at Jax’s Burgers.

Heath’s eyebrow arched. “Actually, he’s on our couch now.” His shoulder touched the door. “Want to let me know why a member of Legacy is in our dorm right now?”

Okay, so even Heath knew about that shit?

I really must have been living under a rock because, like me, Heath spent most of his time doing schoolwork or shooting. I started to get up, and Heath lifted his hand.

“You’re going to have to explain it to me later,” he said, shouldering his bag. “Late for class, but like I said, he’s on the couch. Told him to make himself at home.”

And I was sure he would, knowing him.

After eyeing me again, Heath pushed himself off the doorframe, and I proceeded to get a bra on my suddenly sweating boobs. That was always the first place the sweat went, and I shoved Kleenex under them, blotting them. Once dry, I aired out my freaking pits.

Why the fuck does this fucker make me so nervous??

He made me more on edge than anything, and I didn’t like that he was in my dorm—at all. This was my personal space, and he had no right being here.

Let alone going through my purse.

And that was what I found him doing the moment I entered the common area Heath and I shared. We had a nicer dorm than most, a shared living space and separate bathrooms. The place had a waiting list like a bitch, and now I was watching the subject of my nightmares going through my bag on a couch that barely held the length of him. Actually, it didn’t, his legs crossed over the arm while he lounged on the sofa. The purse was on his stomach while he went through it, and when I ripped it away, he smirked at me.

“Got something to hide, Red?” he asked me, situating that big body on the couch the right way now. He still took up most of it, his bent knees well above our coffee table’s height. Dark eyebrows drew inward. “And who the fuck was that dude who let me in here?”

Uh, yeah, he had no right to ask that question. I crossed my arms. “Why are you here and going through my purse?”

I was well aware I answered his question with a question, and he was too, that stupid smile of his back. It made his dusky eyes twinkle, and I certainly didn’t like that I noticed that.

Or how well those dark jeans of his hugged his thick legs. He had boots on below them, and his Henley was tight and fitted over his lean muscles. No, I certainly didn’t like how good he looked today, or how every time he wore his hair down, I wondered what it’d be like to put my hands through it. This guy had a curl pattern for days.

He also had far too much control over my life, and I knew that as I actually waited for him to answer me instead of demanding he leave. He was in my dorm, and I didn’t want him to be. His grin hiked. “Guess I need to know who I’m dealing with, and all that shit you girls keep in there says a lot.”

How ironic he wanted to know more aboutme. “Why are you here?”

“Nah, I answered a question. You answer mine.” He draped that eagle-length wingspan of his behind the couch. “Who was that guy?”

“My roommate,” I said, not that that was any of his business, and the moment I said the words, any trace of a smile left his lips. Next thing I knew, he was getting out his phone, and I cocked my head. “What are you—”

“Yeah, I got a student in need of new housing,” he said, getting up, and a noise left my throat. He studied me. “Yeah, it’s an emergency.”

What the hell?

“Wolf?” I stepped over to him, and he raised his hand, his words clipped on the line of whoever he spoke to. I heard the wordstodayandwhatever you got. Meanwhile, I was jumping at him trying to get in his face. I might have gotten the phone too had he not had like two frickin’ feet on me. “Wolf—”

His hand shot out again, the guy in my face this time. He sneered. “Her name’s Fawn Greenfield, and she can meet with you today. No problem.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening and what the fuck? He hung up, and in the next moments, he was grabbing my camera bag. I shrieked, grabbing for it, and he got my schoolbag too.

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