Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,17

a weight in my chest.

I didn't notice, but Jordan closed the distance between us, his face sour and full of distaste. "Don't act like you didn't wish I'd have stayed there. If I had, you wouldn't be wound tight over a girl. It'd be over a man you'd never be able to love in the open," he all but yells.

He grips my shirt, his face so fucking close I can practically taste the hatred from him.

"Guys, if you're going to fuck, at least let me get lube first," Ross jokes, behind his humor is pain. So much fucking pain.

He's right though. We're on the verge of something that we'd regret.

When I peer at Ross, I see the same interest there, it’s clouded with disappointment too. It's not the first time he's seen this. He used to watch as me and Ten double-teamed, and I'd watch and control when he and Ten did the same. But never us. Not together.

It's not news we've shared.

It's not news they've wanted to test more.

It's not news I want it too.

But I'll be damned if I risk my life on someone else again. No matter how good it could feel. We're Emeralds. Love doesn't equate heirs for our lineage.

"Fuck off, Ross," I growl, hating this tension between Jordan. It's not even because hatred is draining—it is—but it's fucking exhausting hating the brother of someone I trusted wholeheartedly.

This guy, his replacement, I don't trust.

If my life were in danger and he was the only one able to save me, I believe he would send me to my death.

"So, we're just going to avoid the topic of Colt fucking the twins? Cool, cool," Tennison practically spits, grumbling his entire way out of the room.

Knowing him, I push Jordan from my face and follow. "Don't do anything stupid, Tennison."

"As stupid as you and Jordan fucking her?" he challenges, and I can't hide my flinch. "What? Didn't think we'd all watch the feeds, Lux? We watched."

"Don't be jealous. You had her first," I weakly argue.

That does him in. Ten practically runs to me, his face morphing into barely abated hatred. "I may have taken her virginity, but we've all been in this stupid fucking battle since day one. Who wins, Lux? It sure as hell isn't us."

Anger takes refuge in my chest. Will she ever pick? Are the twins that choice? The simmering green monster inside me rages. Ten's right, and I'm not going to take it lying down.

Moving around Tennison, I don't respond as I leave the tower.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"To get fucking answers," I bark back, not looking back at him.

I charge toward Ivory and let my shoulders relax when I notice none of them followed me. It's morning. School should be in session by now. Yang's death won't stop a single thing. If anyone is even aware it happened. With it being morning, the doors will be accessible. I don't stop at the information desk. I don't even take the elevator.

She's in room twenty-two on the sixth floor.

I take the stairs quickly, almost pushing too hard. Anger—much like fear—drives humans to outdo their normal.

When I make it to her door, I'm slightly flushed, but that could also have to do with my hatred for what's happening behind this door.

Fuck them.

Pulling out my wallet, I take out my secret key. All Student Gov members have one. We aren't meant to abuse them, but we've never been one for rules.

Especially when it comes to Corpse.

The smack of the plastic against the scanner sounds noisily in my already vibrating ears. That's what happens when adrenaline slices through you at a constant upbeat. The beat frantically makes itself known throughout your system.

Green.

My palm nearly shakes as I turn the handle. Half expecting them to be on the couch, fucking the day away, I am pleasantly surprised to not see them.

But fuck, I hear them.

Colt's loud moans ricochet off the walls, swimming through my veins like fucking acid. The nearly physical pain that digs into me at the sound has anger propelling me forward. Against my mind's disgust, my dick hardens in my slacks. Not even eight hours ago, my dick was deep in Jordan's throat. And fuck, the cum he spit against my throat is dried and caked on my shoulder and chest still.

Luckily, before the twins showed up, I adjusted my shit, but even if I hadn’t, Corpse's jealousy would have been stunning across her face.

With less than eager steps, I go to her room in the