as I could in the chest. I stood panting between them all as they circled around me again, nursing their wounds.
Mila had gotten Danny on his feet and the two of them were kissing like there was no tomorrow.
"I'm sorry," I called to them as they broke apart and Mila looked to me, her features softening.
"At least they trust me now, right guys?" she spoke to the Night Keepers, her jaw tensing.
"Yeah," Blake agreed. "We trust you.” He looked to Danny. “Sorry dude." He clapped him on the back and Danny scowled at him.
"Don't be butt hurt about it," Kyan mocked, flexing his fingers which were bruised from the punch. "And you're welcome for the best sex of your life by the way. That's what being a hero earns you." He winked and Danny almost smiled as he snatched Mila's hand and towed her back into the girls' common house to cheers from the watching students.
Saint's hand curled around my arm just below the wound left there by the arrow. "This is unacceptable," he hissed. "When I find who did this, I'll have no mercy."
A shiver went through me at his words and the nods from the others said they agreed. The Justice Ninja was a dead man walking. And so help them, when me and my Night Keepers found them, they were going to bleed.
T he rest of the week passed without any more signs of the Justice Ninja and little to nothing of interest taking place either. I'd had my night with Tatum but she'd been on what she had named 'the period from hell' so instead of me fucking her brains out, we'd cuddled up and watched some shitty romance movie which made her cry 'in a good way' and had demolished an entire carton of chocolate ice cream.
I'd literally never even come close to doing something like that with a girl before and it had been one of the weirdest and sweetest evenings I think I'd ever had. She'd curled up with a hot water bottle tucked against her belly, snuggled herself beneath my arm and practically purred when I'd rubbed her back for her. I should have been pissed about her making me act soft like that, but I had to admit that it had actually been pretty nice. She'd even told me some stories about her and Jess as kids and though I hadn't shared any soft and fuzzy stories back (mostly because my most prominent early memories involved me watching my uncles torture people while letting me know the best places to inflict pain without actually killing them) it was nice to hear about her life before all of this.
Not that I would have changed anything about what had happened to get her to this place. We were only where we were now because of all of it and even though that made me a selfish motherfucker, I wouldn't change a damn thing.
But by the time it rolled around to my turn to have her in with me again, I was more than happy to take on the challenge of doling out double orgasms to make up for the ones she'd missed.
To make matters even better, it was a Saturday so she could totally go without sleep tonight and make all of my dreams come true.
I had half of my mind on coming up with ideas for that and the other on defeating a hoard of zombies on the Xbox when the sound of my phone ringing interrupted me. Monroe, Blake and Saint had all gone for a run, leaving me and Tatum here alone but as she wanted to catch up on some of her assignments, I'd been left to entertain myself.
The call rang out while I continued to play my game then instantly started ringing again and I cursed as I hit pause, fishing it out from between the sofa cushions and checking the caller ID.
"For fuck's sake," I muttered as I saw my grandpa's name and I sighed as I tried to school my temper enough to be able to talk to him without cursing.
Tatum looked up from her work at the table with a questioning frown and I flashed her a look at the phone before sighing and answering it.
"Good afternoon, lad," Liam's rich voice came down the speaker and my gut tightened in response.
"Afternoon, Grandpa." Fuck, I hated calling him that.
"There's been a little problem with the clean up you ordered for all of those bodies you left