Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,38

didn’t even think about that,” he mutters under his breath, looking pissed at himself for now having me here out in the open at school when I could have been home safe all along. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sure I could … persuade him to make the right decision.”

I roll my eyes as Cruz looks over at me. “Is that what you really want though? To be sitting in bed with your computer all day instead of in a classroom around your friends? This is the last few weeks of school. You won’t get this opportunity again unless you want to do the whole college thing.”

My brows furrow. College? Fuck, I’ve always wanted to go to college, but over the past few months it’s been the furthest thing from my mind. I haven’t applied anywhere or even know what I want to study, but how? Going to college doesn’t exactly seem like something that I have the time or ability to do anymore.

I shake my head, dropping my gaze to the ground. “For as long as I can remember, college has been the ultimate goal. If I could have miraculously gotten myself through high school and made it to college, then I know that I would have been alright. I would have been able to break free from the foster system and build myself a proper life, but … I just don’t know anymore. I don’t really think college is an option for me now. Besides, do I really need it anymore? It’s not like I’m going to have a chance at having a career, not with Dynasty bearing down on me. That is my job now.”

King squeezes my hand. “You can’t think about it like that. Dynasty doesn't rule you. You rule it, so if you want to go to college, you go to college.”

“But there’s too much to do. I wouldn’t have time for college.”

Carver shakes his head. “Delegate, Winter. Just because you’re the leader, doesn’t mean you have to give a hundred percent of yourself to it. Hire an assistant to overlook everything. You still have a life and no one expects you to stop living it. If you want to go to college, then we’ll make it happen.”

“Just like that, huh?” I scoff, rolling my eyes at his arrogant confidence. “Getting me into a good college is a little different than enrolling me in your high school. Besides, what’s going to happen? Are you going to follow me around campus all day, making sure I don’t get a papercut?”

Cruz laughs. “We got you off murder charges, didn’t we?” he says with a wink as a cocky smirk lifts the corner of his lips and shows off his perfectly straight teeth. Heat floods my stomach and sends an intense desire slamming through me, and for a second, I have to remind myself that throwing Cruz up against a wall in a school is inappropriate. Though, it wouldn’t be the first time that I forgot my manners in school.

Fuck me. Maybe Scardoni was onto something. Maybe I am a whore. Oh well, I may be a whore, but I’m only a whore for my men. No one else will ever get the pleasure of seeing me like that, not as long as they hold my heart captive.

Seeing my reaction to his wicked charm, Cruz’s smirk stretches wider across his face. “You have a point, though,” he continues. “You’re hot as fuck, and while most people would understand us following you around campus like a bad smell, your professors probably won’t find it as … endearing.”

“Endearing is really the word you want to use for it? Right,” I laugh.

Cruz rolls his eyes as Gray grumbles from behind me. “He’s right. We won’t be able to protect you on a college campus the way we can here. Not unless we enroll as students ourselves.”

Horror stretches over King’s face, and it becomes abundantly clear that college was never a part of his big plan. “You’re kidding, right?” he questions, glancing around at his friends, but when none of them respond, he kicks his foot in the dirt. “Fuck. Okay. If it means keeping her safe, I’ll do it. But I’m picking bullshit classes.”

“Or …” Carver says, looking up ahead at the school. “We can just wait until the threats pass and start applying to colleges when we know she’s going to be safe. Besides, maybe a few extra months will give her the time she needs to figure out what