Page 88 of Sinister Legacy
My head nods, and I smile against his tempting mouth that I want on my cunt. “Got it.”
As he pulls the quilt back, the morning light assaults my eyes, and he chortles at my less-than-impressed reaction. But I soon melt into the mattress when he trails biting kisses down my quivering body.
Let’s just say I’m very late for school.
“Who was that?” Ava asks when I pocket my phone as we enter the cold library.
“Don’t they ever put the fucking heat on in here?” I mutter, setting off down the aisle, on the hunt for the girl who has leashed King as though he’s a lap dog.
Ava scurries after me, her pink-and-black, checkered skirt teasing her thighs. The colors are so bright that she could stop traffic. I wonder briefly how she isn’t freezing to death. I mean, sure, her white winter jacket is puffy enough, and her earmuffs help, but she has nothing on her legs.
If that was me, I would’ve caught frostbite by now.
No, thanks. I’ll stick to my bootcut jeans, combat boots, and a black, turtleneck sweater.
“Was that King?”
“It was.” I look left and right down each aisle. Books and more books greet me, but no Keira.
“When is he coming back to school?”
“Tomorrow. He said he has a few things to take care of first.”
“He’ll have eyes on him when he returns.”
I slow to a halt and frown.
Noticing my reaction, she explains, “Everyone knows he was fucking Keira behind Liam’s back. They kept it quiet, but you know how fast rumors spread in Blackwoods. As soon as the news broke about what Liam did to King, speculations were flying wild.” She shrugs. “And Liam liked to brag.”
I grind my teeth, scanning the nearby area. Ava is right. Everyone knows. The looks the other students have thrown Keira’s way today have been nothing if not wary and hostile. Now that Liam is gone, everyone is blaming her for his disappearance. She’s Jimmy Hill’s daughter, after all. The murders are happening because of her. People are scared. No one wants to be next.
“Revenge is a strong motive.”
I pull a face. “What are you saying, Ava? That King killed Liam? He’s missing. Not dead.”
“Missing or dead, King should stay low for a few days.”
“I disagree,” I reply, setting off walking again. “It looks more suspicious the longer he stays away.”
I finally find Keira at one of the study tables toward the back, where she sits with a book open in front of her while she stares out the window to her side at the flurry of snowflakes. Her denim jacket and scarf are draped over the chair beside her. Keira is another seemingly crazy person who is immune to the cold, but at least she has on an oversized, cream, cable-knit sweater.
Striding up to her with Ava in tow, I plant my hands on the desk. Keira turns her head to look at me, and I breathe the scent of her apple shampoo. Beneath it is something sweeter and warmer, like vanilla.
Her sky-blue gaze slides from me to Ava and back again. “Can I help you?”
I scoff. “That’s the first thing you want to say to me? I’m King’s closest friend.”
“Are you here to intimidate me? To tell me to stay away from King?”
My glare is met by a smirk on her end. She leans back in her seat, picks up the pen by the book, and taps it on the desk. “Let me guess. You’re jealous now that he isn’t fucking you anymore?”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“You little shit,” I grit out. “You think this is a joke? Jessica, Jasper, and Kit are dead because of you. Dead! That’s two of King’s friends murdered in cold blood. So yeah, I will tell you to stay the fuck away from King before he gets hurt, too.”
Her smirk falls as her face drains of color. I’ve hit a sensitive spot.
“I had nothing to do with those murders.”
