A prestigious school.
A missing student.
A secret worth killing for.
St. Augustine Academy isn't just a school-it's a trap. A playground for the rich. A graveyard for secrets.
Cassian Moreou
Untouchable-rich, powerful, and protected by his family n...
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I kissed Anne one last time before getting off the bed, grabbing my shirt. She pulled on her robe, fixing her hair before stepping closer. "You know, you never told me what your father said."
I stilled for half a second before yanking my sleeves down. "Does it matter?"
Anne tilted her head, "You can tell me, you know."
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "Drop it, Anne."
She didn't. Of course, she didn't. She reached out, fingers brushing my arm. "Cass-"
I shut her up the easiest way I knew how-by kissing her. Hard.
It worked.
She moaned into the kiss, melting against me. Her fingers curled into my shoulders, nails digging in just a little. I pulled her closer, pressing her back against the door, swallowing the little gasp she let out.
When I finally pulled back, she was breathless. "You trying to distract me?" she asked, lips parted, voice teasing.
I smirked. "Is it working?"
She exhaled, "Yes."
"Good." I kissed her again.
**
By the time we walked into the dining hall, most of the tables were already full. I spotted Alaric at our usual table, his gaze flicking to me and Anne the second we stepped in.
He knew what we'd been doing. Everyone did. But it stung him the most-not that he'd ever admit it.
"If you two are gonna shag, at least try not to be so bloody obvious about it," Alaric muttered, swirling the drink in his glass.
"Jealous, Wolfe?" Anne asked sweetly, fingers curling around my wrist just to piss him off.
Alaric didn't even blink. "Not particularly. I've seen you naked-not that impressive."
I huffed out a laugh.
Anne, however, raised an eyebrow. "You and I both know that's not true. No need to lie to yourself."
Alaric opened his mouth, but I cut in before this turned into a full-blown spectacle. "Right, we get it. Let's change the bloody subject before you two end up hate-fucking on the table."
Anne smirked. "He wishes."
"I wish for a lot of things and seeing you naked isn't on it."
"Well-
"For fuck's sake," I cut in, already fed up. "Let me have my bloody dinner in peace. Take your shitty foreplay somewhere else. Or to a bedroom. I don't care."
** Dinner was nearly over, and I had no interest in sitting through more of the same bullshit conversations with the same miserable people. Anne had wandered off somewhere, and Alaric had disappeared to grab a cig.
