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I take it all in, noticing my bag sitting by a separate bedroom door, and I turn my head in the opposite direction to see yet another door—this one with a lock. My brows lower slightly.
The wicked witch remains by the room’s entrance. I allow myself to walk over past the couches to a large bay window. It showcases the view of the green forest trees overlapping each other. My heart thrashes into my throat and I cross my arms. It’s a view that would suck you in, allowing you to give yourself over to nature. It’s beautiful.
But something is off. And I can’t put my finger on it. Why are there two rooms?
“Whose room is this? Please don’t tell me I am roommates with you.” I don’t hide the disgust that rolls off my tongue as I point my finger lazily at her. She leans off the door frame with a wider smile.
“Oh God, no. I’ll kill you before you can even step through my door,” she huffs out with peculiar confidence.
I pinch my face, rolling my eyes hard.I’d like to see you try.
“Then whose room is it?”
She smiles again, coyly. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”
My senses go into overdrive, and the hairs on my arm shoot up. Did he room me with a lunatic?
I should be the one to talk.
I take a step further. “Whose. Place. Is. This?” Each word I’m gritting out.
“It’s mine,” the silky, accented voice rumbles out. Ronan appears in the doorway.
My heart tumbles to the floor. What. In. The fuck.
So much for a grand room.
Chapter 15
Ronan
Attract the scales
Ididn’t know what to expect from Anita now that she knows she’ll be staying in my spot. Not too well, I’d imagine. I have a place here and my own home off in the woods. I wasn’t going to give her the option of staying in my other home, but since I’m here ninety-five percent of the time, it only seemed fitting. That way, I can truly keep my eye on her.
“I had to come and check to make sure you two weren’t attempting to murder each other.”
“No, but I am this close to murdering you,” Anita spits out, stalking toward me, and Mal steps beside me with her blade steady in her hand. I can handle my own, and she knows this. But it only shows how loyal she is to me, and I appreciate that more than she knows. But I’m going to need her to calm the fuck down.
Anita glares at Mal with a sinister glare, then slowly raises her glare to meet my eye. “I am not staying here.”
The decision to have her stay here with me was a no-brainer. I don’t trust her, and she won’t be roaming this place withoutsupervision. And I know it’s fucked up because she’s Carter’s little sister, but she’s shown how ruthless she can be. I need to make sure she’s not having any other motive, and the way to do that is to keep my eyes on her. I need to know she is to be trusted because I’ll be putting my own people and students in danger by not taking those precautions.
“You will and you are.” Ignoring the death stare she’s searing into me, I turn to Mal, who glares back at Anita, then looks at me. I nod to the door. She understands the assignment and walks out. The doors closing with a click.
Before I can turn to face her, Anita charges at me, her forearm is jamming into my neck and pushing all the weight she can muster into my body to slam me against the door.
I let her because I enjoy the smell that swarms into my nose, rose and vanilla.
“Easy, amor.” I groan, holding my hands up beside me with a sick grin. I notice the way her eyes flare and body tense.
I’ll let her think she has the runner-up on me, although she has no weapon to really back herself on. I bet she wishes she had her dagger right now. It’s sitting nice and pretty on top of my dresser.
Her arm jams further into my neck, and I continue to let her because I’ll admit I like it. I shouldn’t like that I’m enjoying this and worse, it’s from her.
Her lip curls. “If you think for one second that I’m staying in here with you, then you’re very much mistaken. So, screw you and screw your stupid X-Men Academy you have going on here.”
My heart scratches against my chest at the comparison. The fucking audacity.
