Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,184

all hours with a desperate thirst for blood coursing through his limbs. Maybe that was because of his wife.

For fuck's sake.

I’d given it a few weeks on account of him nearly dying and all, but it was getting to the point where I needed to get some more clarity on where I stood or I was going to lose my fucking mind.

I finished up on my shake and went for a shower, quickly rinsing off before heading into my room in search of a pair of fresh sweatpants.

I almost leapt out of my fucking skin as I found Saint Memphis lounging on my goddamn bed, fully dressed in his school uniform while reading one of my books on personal training.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him as I stood there, balls out and dripping with moisture from my shower.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied in a calm tone, his gaze straying from my book to my body and skimming down until he was looking my dick right in the eye. And that was fucking disconcerting.

"I'm not the one lounging on your bed, so I think my question is more relevant," I snarled.

"Perhaps you should cover your cock before we get into this?" Saint suggested, "It’s a little inappropriate for a teacher to be waving their genitalia around at a student while they're lying in their bed. Imagine what the school board might think."

I cursed him colourfully as I stalked over to my closet and grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, pulling them on. When I twisted back around to glare at him with my arms folded over the tigress tattoo on my chest, I spotted something hanging from his neck.

"What are you doing with that?" I demanded, taking a step towards him as I pointed at the necklace which Tatum had asked me to look after for her.

"Again, I could ask you the same thing," Saint said in a deadly calm tone which made my skin prickle. This wasn't just a social call from the devil. There was something more going on here. He was up to something or after something and if he'd found that necklace then that meant he'd been snooping through my things too. That had been inside the box on my mantelpiece. He didn’t just happen to see it.

"Give that back," I said, giving him a hard stare which normally had students shitting themselves in my classes, but Saint Memphis was no ordinary teenager, he didn't bow to social pressure. Hell, I doubted he'd even bow to Satan if he showed up here this very moment casting the whole world to ruin.

"I intend to," he purred. "Just not to you. Unless you have a valid reason for having it? I'd say our girl would be quite surprised to find her stoic defender had stolen from her like this, wouldn't you?"

"I didn't steal shit," I snarled. "And you know it. So quit acting like a little bitch and dancing in circles. If you've got something you want to say to me then spit it the fuck out."

Saint shifted forward suddenly on the bed, tossing my book back on the nightstand and getting to his feet right in front of me, standing so close that our chests were brushing. But if he thought I was going to back down, he had another thing coming.

"How did it come into your possession then?" he asked in a low voice. "Because the last time I saw Tatum wearing it was right after she believed I burned her precious letters and she ran off to cry about it. When she came back, you were trotting along at her heels playing the good teacher and telling us all to get to class as if you had no idea what had taken place amongst us. And yet now I find this."

"What's your point, Memphis? I've got shit I want to do today."

"My point is that I can only assume she gave this to you then. That she asked you to look after it for her because she was afraid of what we...or I might do to it. But you weren't a Night Keeper then. You had no ties to her at all. So why would you leap forward like a knight in shining armour to defend our little Night Bound but then pretend not to know anything about what had taken place? You could have punished us for her then. You could have been the brave defender she