This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,20
cheeks flush when I remember what Lucas demanded I say with his face between my legs. Say you’re ours.
A shiver runs up my spine at the memory, and I hate how close to the mark that seems now, even with the thread of deceit between us all.
Lucas reaches out to grab my hand. “By the way, we’re taking your truck,” he calls out as he drags me toward the door.
“What?” Wyatt demands.
Lucas shrugs. “I don’t know where this thing is. We might need to off-road.”
“I swear to—” Lucas practically pushes me out the door and slams it shut behind us, cutting off Wyatt’s threat.
I chuckle to myself. “Aren’t you usually the nice one?”
He levels me with a stare. “Wild Girl, if you think I’m the nice one, I haven’t been doing my job properly.”
In contrast to his words, he helps me into Wyatt’s huge truck, shutting the door behind me. He climbs in beside me, starts the car, and pulls out of the driveway. I don’t even tell him which way to turn, but he points the truck toward Clary.
I guess that’s an easy assumption. There’s not many places I could’ve walked to from my dorm.
When we’re almost to town, he says, “You just love getting under Stone’s skin, don’t you?”
“It’s only fair. He’s been getting under my skin for years.” Him and his stupid father. My blood boils when I think of Lance. I hope that bullet I put in him hurt like a bitch.
“You have that look of gleeful murder in your eyes. It’s a turn on.”
“I was thinking about Lance. Is he home?”
Lucas nods, fingers flexing on the steering wheel. “The bullet lodged into a bone, so he had to have surgery. He’s been home for a day or two. He’s in a sling or a cast or something. We haven’t gone to see him, and I don’t know if we will.”
“You can count me out if you do.”
“I don’t know,” Lucas says. “It might be kind of fun if you went. I can see the throbbing vein in his forehead popping right out.”
I laugh, the image that forms in my head is just too good to pass up. I might actually have to go.
The truck slows, and I peer out the window to give Lucas directions, already forgetting we were in the truck for a reason.
I gawk at where we are. “What the fuck, Lucas?”
He throws the truck into park. “I’m a better stalker than you think.”
I groan, glaring at him. That quickly fades when I spy Lucas’ smug smirk. “Wait. You lied to Stone, didn’t you? You told him you didn’t know where the safe was.”
“I didn’t technically lie. I don’t know where you hid it inside the library.”
I peer up at the brick building. The businesses on this street are all hooked together but the library boasts a prime spot on the corner, making it a bigger storefront. I almost died and went to book heaven when I first set foot in there. It was one of the first things I did when I moved out of the house and into the dorms. Surrounded by all those words and characters made me less lonely.
The library was the perfect spot to hide my family’s legacy.
“I was going to ask you why the library, but I’m guessing you’re an even bigger book nerd than I thought.”
“Guilty as charged.” I give him a playful smile, but I’m a little protective of my books. They’re like friends to me. In fact, they were some of my only friends growing up.
I push the car door open and close it behind me. Lucas does the same, and we meet out in front of the truck. He takes my hand again, squeezing my fingers. He does that so casually now that I would think it was odd if he didn’t.
I take a deep breath, and Lucas pulls the glass door open for me as we go in. We smile at the elderly librarian, and I head right for the best section of the entire library—the YA section. It’s down a set of stairs that creak underneath our feet, the old wood settling in as we descend. No one ever comes down here; at least they don’t when I’m here.
Lucas gazes around the library stacks as we hit the lower level. My heart beats a steady, excited rhythm as he tugs me to a stop. Peering down at me under heavy lashes, he says, “So, this is the kind of place that