Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,145

tenfold.

I put on a mask of indifference, stepping further into the room and brushing my finger over the record player as if checking it for dust. I frowned at my hand then wiped it down my blazer.

“Tut tut, you need a cleaner.” It was spotless of course, but Saint’s right eye twitched as he glanced over at the record player with a glimmer of doubt in his gaze.

He cleared his throat, continuing with whatever the hell he’d been saying. “You haven’t been given clear guidelines of how this is going to work. So I’m going to set that straight right now.”

My ears pricked up as I looked to him, slowing to a halt and folding my arms. I left a good few feet of room between us; I didn’t wanna get too close to this snake in case it decided to bite.

“You will now wait outside the crypt at six am sharp, every day. No exceptions. You will kneel outside the door and say nothing until I address you after my workout.”

I bit down on my tongue, rage burning hot inside me like lava. “What’s the point?”

“The point,” he said in a level yet sharp tone. “Is to learn obedience, structure, routine.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes and his glare nearly scolded me.

“At seven thirty am you will make breakfast for each of us. It will be on the table by eight. No sooner, no later.”

I tongued my cheek, wanting to refute every single order he gave me. But I was going to be forced to do this one way or the other. I had to go along with this bullshit until I could pick apart their little gang one thread at a time. It wasn’t my usual style. Patience was a virtue and all, it just wasn’t one I’d been gifted with. But for these fuckers’ downfall, I could wait a millennia.

“By eight fifteen you will be in the shower,” he went on. “And at eight thirty sharp you will come up here in nothing but this robe.” He turned to his bed, picking up a white silk robe lying there and handing it to me on the hanger.

“What?” I breathed, a flicker of concern running through me. “I’m not coming up here in that.”

“Yes you are,” he growled, his tone allowing no room for an argument. “If I wanted to fuck you, I’d have you come up here in a lot less, Barbie.”

My spine straightened as I snatched the robe from his hand, tossing it over my arm. I’d be making sure that it got good and creased by the time he saw me in it.

“Then what?” I snapped.

“Then…” He smiled, jerking his head to make me follow him as he headed to the closet across the room.

I stepped after him out of sheer curiosity and as he pushed the door to the closet open, my breathing hitched. I even entered his personal space and inhaled his brimstone scent as I surveyed the large room. On the left were Saint’s clothes - smart suits, sweatpants, shirts and perfectly ironed uniforms with folded ties and even folded freaking boxers.

On the right, the entire space had been filled with beautiful designer clothes. Dresses and tops of silk, lace, cashmere. Then the finest denim jeans, harem pants, shorts, skirts, workout gear. I recognised some of my own clothing from my suitcase, but most of it looked new. There were uniforms too, perfectly ironed, just like his. But there was one addition to them. Beneath the Everlake crest, threaded there in gold were the words, Property of the Night Keepers.

My upper lip curled back at the words and my neck prickled as I felt Saint closing the space behind me. He toyed with a lock of my hair and I shuddered as he pressed a finger to my spine, running it straight down the length of my back. Goosebumps exploded across my skin and I despised myself for the physical reaction I had to his touch. The wildest part of me couldn’t help but get hot for Saint Memphis. He was the ultimate bad deed. And she wanted to commit it hard. Not that I’d ever freaking let her.

My gaze fell on the underwear at the far end of the long closet and I scowled.

I stepped toward it with my jaw falling slack. The most lavish lingerie I’d ever seen filled the shelves. It was all delicate, sexy, fifty shades worthy.

“This is too far.” I spun around with fury in my heart. “I