Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,206

ruining her life. There were reputation destroying rumours about her circulated throughout all of high society and we’d even set plans in place to bankrupt her family after we graduated. Kyan just wanted to wait until then so that he could torture her before he never had to see her again.

Deepthroat fell to the floor, clawing at her mouth to tear the toilet paper packet back out of it as she gasped for breath and I snorted a laugh as Kyan came to help us finish up our sculpture.

“Perfect,” I announced, snapping a photo of our masterpiece as Saint smirked triumphantly.

Movement beyond the window behind Brown’s desk drew my attention for a moment and I frowned as I looked out into the dark at the main gate.

For a moment, I could have sworn I saw someone slip through it, but with the light of the room reflecting off of the glass it was hard to be sure. It looked like Kyan might not be the only one flouting the quarantine rules though. My gut squirmed uncomfortably at that knowledge. That virus had torn through my mom in little more than a week and stolen her from me. I didn’t think we should be fucking around with the rules put in place to protect us from that shit, and tomorrow I was going to be talking to Saint and Kyan about us laying down the law about it. I was too young to fucking die.

“Punch?” I snapped, my grief tainting my words as it reared its ugly head. I was starting to wonder if Saint had been entirely right about me channelling it into rage all the time. Sure, it gave me an outlet but it didn’t feel like it was actually helping me to chip away at the pain at all. When I poured the torrent of emotion I felt over my mom’s death into anger, I felt seriously close to losing control. And after dragging Tatum up into the woods, I had to wonder just how far I was capable of going if I didn’t get a handle on this.

Punch eased into the room looking sheepish. There was a dude who’d taken his punishment seriously. I’d even seen him cry once. And after the way he’d flattened me with that punch last year, I wasn’t going to waste any time feeling bad for him. That said, I was willing to offer him an out. We actually could do with him back on the football team and he’d served his time.

“Be a lamb and hold this for me,” I pulled a lighter from my pocket and tossed it at him. He fumbled the catch and dropped to his knees as he scrambled to pick it up.

Hmm, if his catches have gotten that sloppy then maybe we don’t need him back on the team after all.

“What’s this for?” Punch asked, his eyes flicking between the lighter and the cock shaped heap of seriously flammable toilet paper as he figured it out.

Saint laughed darkly in that way that told me his monster was feeding off of the fear in the room and I had to say that I was developing a taste for it too. Before I’d lost my mom, it had been more about power for me than getting off on inciting terror, but the more I focused on that aspect of my position as a Night Keeper, the more I found I liked it.

“I just thought you’d like it as a gift,” I said innocently.

“Can everyone here attest to the fact that the Night Keepers delivered all of this toilet paper to Headmaster Brown’s office as requested?” Saint asked, his gaze sweeping over the crowd who had followed us here. “And that we left the room without doing anything at all to damage Brown’s property?”

A chorus of yeses swept over us and I exchanged a smirk with Kyan.

“Good.” Saint headed towards the door and I fell into step with him.

Kyan hesitated for a moment before crossing the room to pull the signed baseball bat from its holder on the wall. He casually swung it back and forth as he barked at Deepthroat to get out of the room, then he moved to join us by the door. She scrambled to comply, still shooting him looks that told me she’d be getting herself off over this interaction later on tonight when she was all alone in bed.

Punch tried to follow too, but I held up a hand to stop him. “How