Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,72

beside Mila as she sat down. I was almost there. Two feet. One. A heavy arm fell over my shoulders and the scent of gasoline and shattered hearts told me that it belonged to Kyan.

“Looks like you’re lost again, baby. Let me escort you to your seat.”

I tried to jerk out of his hold, but he clamped me to his side with the full force of his muscles and I growled as he guided me away from Mila. My friend stared after me in dismay and I gave her a thumbs up as I fought not to look like a lamb being led to slaughter. If anything, I was a wolf being chained. But caging a wild animal didn’t make it any less wild. And they were going to find out how hard I could bite soon enough.

“I don’t need an escort, Kyan. Especially if you’re the male prostitute kind. And judging by your shady no-sex with high school girls rule, I’m gonna assume you spend your time pleasing dusty vag for cash.”

I jammed an elbow into Kyan’s ribs before he could respond and managed to slip away, using a move I’d learned in my self-defence classes to escape. I turned back the way I’d come, but he yanked me to his side again with a low growl of warning that sent adrenaline pouring into my blood.

I tipped my chin up to gaze at the hard lines of his face, the way his hair was falling out of its man bun and the swirling chaos in his eyes. But there was one thing I hooked onto beneath the rage and the hate I saw in his expression. Lust. Just like when I’d bitten him at the party, he was turned on by the way I fought. And that was a weakness I quickly scribbled down on a mental notepad in bold letters.

“Do you wanna continue to eat in this school?” Kyan asked in a dangerous tone that made my heart judder.

The threat was serious. The only place I could get food here was this dining hall. And if the Night Keepers had the power to cut me off from that source, I’d be screwed. I could go to Headmaster Brown, but I didn’t imagine the Night Keepers looked kindly upon people telling tales on them. No, food and water were a must.

Holy hell, how did my life come to this so fast?

“Yeah. So long as there’s no fish stew on the menu. I filled up on it this morning.” I smirked up at him like I gave absolutely no shits about what they’d done to me and his brows arched ever so slightly.

“You’d better watch yourself, baby,” he said in a tone that had heat seeping through to my core. “Saint might decide that’s the only thing you get to eat. The Unspeakables have a limited menu as it is.”

My heart pounded against the base of my throat at that name and he pushed me toward a table which was a sizeable distance away from the rest of the students, placed in the darkest corner at the back. By the toilets. There were fifteen people sat around it, some of whom I recognised as those who’d been running around after the Night Keepers at their party.

Oh, fuck my life.

Kyan dragged me right up to them as my pulse pounded against my eardrums. Some of them looked to me with wide eyes while others bowed their freaking heads to Sergeant Dickhole.

“Plague will be sitting with you from now on,” he told them, then turned to glance back at the room. “Tatum Rivers no longer exists. If you have to address her, you will call her Plague!”

My mouth fell open and he left me with that hydrogen bomb going off in my face, strolling away to re-join the other Night Keepers. Saint was giving me that smile again. Like he wasn’t even close to done with me. I flipped him the finger and the entire table of Unspeakables gasped like I’d just whacked him over the head with a baseball bat.

Saint was half way out of his seat when Kyan whispered something in his ear and he slowly sank back into it with his jaw ticking. The three of them huddled closer and the way they started talking in hushed voices made my skin prickle with unease.

I huffed as I dropped down into a free seat at the end of the table.

“Hi Plague,” a girl to my right said. She had mousy