44. Landon
44
Landon
T he sound of music faded as we left the party behind. Not that I cared. The only reason I’d bothered coming to this lame-ass party was to see Thea. Drinking shit punch and toasting smores over a fire was not my idea of fun.
I hadn’t expected Kyril to show up. He’d not been around for a few days. Something about bratva shit, which I hadn’t bothered asking about. What he got up to in his spare time was his business.
But he was here, so it looked like we were sharing. And since Milo had tagged along, we had an audience too. The only person missing out on the fun was Cassian.
Oh well.
That grumpy asshole would have spoiled the mood, anyway. So it was probably a good thing he was too busy trying to get rid of our new roommate to be at the party. If he’d shown up while Kyril and I were all over Thea, he’d have had an aneurysm for sure.
“Where are you assholes taking me?” Thea yelled, while slamming her small fists into Kyril’s back. Not that he seemed to notice.
“No idea, wifey,” I replied cheerfully as I jogged after them with Milo on my heels. I assumed Kyril had a plan. He had this entire campus mapped out, which meant he knew where all the hidden places were.
Milo probably knew them all, too. He spent way too much time creeping around at night like a creepy creep. It was mildly disturbing.
Whatever treatment his father had paid for him to have while locked up in a psych ward hadn’t worked so far as I could tell. His stalker tendencies had escalated since Thea’s arrival. The sad bastard hardly ever slept in his bed these days.
If it was anyone else, I’d have assumed he was fucking her every night. But this was Milo, so he was most likely watching her while she slept. Like a creeper.
Weirdo.
It grew colder as we left the bonfire party behind. Kyril took us down a path behind the science labs, toward North Tower, where we lived. I slammed the brakes on, but Kyril didn’t slow down.
“Dude! We can’t go back to our apartment! Cass will throw a bitch fit!”
Kyril ignored me.
“Put me down! My rib is killing me!” Thea cried. That made Kyril listen. He stopped immediately and gently placed her on her feet.
“You should have said, my angel.”
“You didn’t give me a chance, you fucking Neanderthal!”
He stroked her cheek like she was a cute, fluffy kitten. It was adorable. Or it would have been if she hadn’t punched him in the balls and shot off into the darkness while he swore up a storm.
I howled with laughter as Kyril dropped to his knees in agony. It kinda wasn’t funny, but also was. Even Milo was smirking at the sight of our fearsome friend felled by a tiny girl. In the spirit of making memories, I whipped out my phone and snapped a photo.
“I will fucking kill you,” Kyril wheezed with tears in his eyes.
“Join the queue!” Lots of people wanted to kill me, mostly girls I’d pissed off. Not that I cared. The haters could go on hating.
By the time he’d finished coughing and swearing, he looked positively feral.
“It’s time to go hunting, mudaks .” Milo threw a worried look in my direction.
“Thea’s hurt, you can’t—” But Kyril wasn’t listening anymore. The lure of the hunt had whipped him into a feeding frenzy. Thea had poked the bear and now the bear was hungry.
I shivered with anticipation.
Shit had just got real.
Really fucking real.