Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,90

take part in the Spring Pine Cleansing."

Bait whipped around to look at me, his eyes wild beneath his white mask which he still wore every fucking day. That shit was still funny. In fact, it could be a whole lot funnier...

I plucked a sharpie from Mila's pencil case and winked at her when she frowned at me. It was really her own fault for having a pencil case. We were all given tablets to work on, so why would you need that shit? Made no sense to me. Unless she was hoping to be the go-to girl for Sharpies and in that case, point won.

"The Spring Pine Cleansing?" Miss Pontus asked as Kyan stood up with a throaty chuckle, slinging his bag and Saint's over his shoulder. He’d been doing that since Saint started classes again and neither of them had ever said so much as a word to acknowledge it.

"Yeah, every year on the errr, what's the date someone?" I asked.

"January eighteenth," some helpful little duck supplied.

"Yeah, that," I agreed. "Every year on January whatever, the Night Keepers have to take two willing sacrifices down to the lake to complete the Spring Pine Cleansing otherwise the Night People will come and curse our trees or whatever and they'll all die. It's super important."

"Oh, erm," Miss Pontus looked to Stalker and Bait as the two of them quivered in their fucking boots. Sacrifices was a nice touch.

Why the hell did that feel so good? Oh right, because I was an asshole and they were a pair of deserving little cretins who preyed on girls and put my girl in particular at risk. That. Fuck, I was gonna enjoy this.

"We're actually already late," Saint drawled as he started walking for the door. "And you wouldn't want Monroe having to put you on suspension for failing to follow his orders, would you, Miss? He is your boss now, after all."

"Come on, boys," Kyan said excitedly as he crossed the room to the front row and gripped both Bait and Stalker by the backs of their necks, hoisting them out of their seats.

"Oh, and Mr Monroe said you would send me and Kyan the notes for today's class and let us off of the assignments for the weekend, too," I added as I grabbed my blazer from the back of my chair and shrugged into it. "He offered to do the same for Bait and Stalker but they're such eager beavers they decided they'd rather come back in on Saturday to do all of the work instead."

"Okay then..." Miss Pontus agreed, not really having any choice in it as Kyan hauled our prey out of the room and the other Unspeakables muttered frantically between themselves. They should just be grateful that I was feeling generous enough to leave them out of today’s shit. Though it was damn tempting to bring Deepthroat, but Kyan wouldn’t have as much fun with her there. Sure, he’d make great sport out of making her suffer and everything, but he was always so dark and pissy after he had to spend time in her company and I just wanted us all to have some clean, wholesome, slightly sadistic, fun today. No date-raping, molesting bitches required. That said, I could offer her a parting gift…

I hesitated as I fished around in my pocket and smirked to myself as I found a stick of gum lurking between a few quarters and quickly shoved it into my mouth and began chewing.

I made a move to follow as Saint swept from the room, making an arm cast look like fucking designer wear even while it was wrapped in a shirt to cover up the massive squid cock monster Kyan had drawn on it. But before I could get more than a few steps, a foot kicked me in the shin and I looked down to find Tatum frowning up at me from her spot beside Mila.

"What about me?" she hissed, and I smirked at her as I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"I'll take a video for you, Cinders," I promised. "But I don't want Stalker so much as looking at you ever again, let alone being near you for hours while we make him stick pine cones up his ass and sing to the clouds."

"What?" she gasped, half laughing and half frowning as she looked up at me. "You're not seriously going to-"

I leaned down and ended her sentence with a kiss that stole the air from her damn lungs.