Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,56

room.

Toby hurriedly sat with the rest of the Unspeakables, but he clearly wasn't going to get off that easy as Kyan rose sharply from his chair, pushing his hand into his pocket as he strode up to Toby who started trembling as he approached.

"I just want to make your seat more comfortable, Stalker." Kyan tipped up a pot of thumb tacks onto his seat then shoved Toby down onto it, making him cry out in pain, and half the class winced.

Miss Pontus averted her eyes, sweat beading on her brow as she concentrated on her iPad, gripping it so hard her knuckles were whitening. My gut clenched as Toby squirmed and Kyan leaned down into his face.

"Say thank you, Kyan," Kyan growled and Toby shuddered as he remained in place.

"Th-thank you, Kyan," Toby choked out.

It didn't even make me cringe. Something had changed in me since I'd lost Dad, since I'd murdered Mortez without a flicker of remorse. It wasn't like when I'd driven a knife into Merl's flesh, when I'd watched him die at the hands of my Night Keepers. After that, I'd felt afraid of what I'd become. But now, I embraced it. My choices were justified and I'd seen too much blood spilled before my eyes to shudder at it any more. The dark monster in me wanted to punish Toby for what he'd done to me and I let it feed on his pain as I watched.

"You get it now," Saint said to me, his voice low but still carrying to me from two seats away.

I nodded, eyeing Kyan as he returned to the desk, a smirk on his lips. He walked around our table, moving behind me and lowering his mouth to my ear. "If there's anything in particular you want done to him, just say the word, baby," he purred, his tone sending heat flushing between my thighs. Or maybe it was his words. And I wondered if this twisted creature in me was here to stay or if I'd one day find a way to tame it. With my heart in tatters and my mind still haunted by what I'd been through, I wasn't sure I ever wanted it to leave.

***

I sat with my Night Keepers in the Oak Common House beside Monroe, the closeness of his thigh against mine on the couch making my heart beat out of rhythm. Saint had insisted he be here and now the two of us were rammed up against one another, trying to hide the anger that lived between us. It may not have shown on my face, but the way it was ripping up the centre of my chest was impossible to ignore. And worse than that, the closeness of him was making desire course through me too, the two emotions colliding inside me and making every inch of my skin blazingly hot.

I kept my eyes off of him as much as possible, but his presence was like a dark spirit only I could see. I noticed every movement he made, every time his hand grazed my thigh as he reached for his beer. He could have just kept it in his grip but instead he kept leaving it on the table and brushing against me again and again. Fuck, it was driving me crazy.

Kyan sat on my other side, openly all over me, his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles on the inside of my leg as my school skirt rode up a little too high. This half of the common house was empty since Saint had demanded the Unspeakables keep it that way, like he couldn't stand to be in the proximity of other people today. But that wasn't going to last long. Mila was shooting me looks from across the room, waiting for my signal as she ran her palm up and down Danny's chest beside her.

"So…I have a favour to ask," I said as there was a lull in the conversation and all four of my guys were suddenly as alert as foxes in a chicken pen.

"What is it, Cinders?" Blake asked from the armchair to my right. Saint had taken the one to the left, his back to the crowd of students on the other side of the common house as a party broke out.

"I have a friend who needs some advice," I said, choosing my words carefully.

"You only have one friend," Saint said dryly. "What does she want? I'm not in the most generous of moods."

"You're never in a