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“You don’t get credit for that!” I cry. “When you chase someone up on a wall, and scare them into jumping off, you’re not a hero for grabbing their ankle!”
“Well.” Jasper shrugs. “She’d be pretty dead if I didn’t.”
I leap to my feet, incandescent with rage.
“You’re a fucking psychopath just like Rocco! All of you are psychopaths! A bunch of vicious, conniving, bullying ASSHOLES!”
“Sit down!” Dean snaps, grabbing my arm to jerk me back into my seat.
This time, I’m too quick for him. I twist my wrist free and snatch up his tray of food instead. Then I dump it right in his lap.
Dean bolts up. The rage in his eyes hits me like a bucket of cold water to the face. My burning anger is doused in an instant. All that’s left is terror.
Dean’s going to fucking kill me for that.
He seizes my wrist in a manacle grip and drags me out of the dining hall.
Nobody tries to stop him.
Dean dragsme from the dining hall all the way to the Octagon Tower. He pulls me up the steps like a child, yanking my arm so hard that my feet barely touch the ground as I try to keep pace with his much longer strides.
I twist and pull my hand, trying to free it from his grip. My wrist might as well be welded to his fingers.
Not until this moment have I truly felt Dean’s immense strength. He’s half-carried me across campus and up three flights of stairs and he isn’t even breathing hard. He overpowers me without effort. We aren’t even the same species.
As he hauls me down the hallway, we pass Erik Edman, another Junior Heir. He raises a blond eyebrow at the sight of us but says nothing as Dean wrenches open his bedroom door. It’s clear that Erik is too intimidated by Dean to speak a word, let alone report us.
I’m not sure which outcome I’d prefer at this point. I don’t want to get in trouble for going into Dean’s room. Even less do I want to be trapped in that small space alone with him when he looks angry enough to rip my head off my shoulders.
Dean slams the door behind us and starts tearing off his dirty clothes, his trousers stained from the chicken and peas I dropped in his lap. He rips off his pants, not caring if the material tears, balling them up and flinging them in the corner like they’re diseased.
I stand awkwardly by the door, wanting to run but pinned in place by Dean’s bizarre atavistic reaction. Though his shirt is only marred by one or two tiny spatters, he rips that off too, a button pinging against the window as he flings the shirt into the corner.
Only once he’s stripped to his boxer shorts does he turn to face me, chest heaving with anger, every muscle standing out on his frame.
He looks like a furious god, like Zeus in all his anger, pale and shaking with eyes like churning storm clouds.
“How fucking dare you,”he seethes.
“That was your fault!” I squeal. “You pushed me and pushed me!”
He crosses the room in three strides, seizing me by the throat right under my jaw, so his thumb forces my chin up to look at him.
“And I’ll keep pushing you,” he hisses. “I’ll twist you and stretch you and bend you till you break. And you’ll do as I fucking say, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
“I don’t care!” I cry, my voice compressed by his hand on my throat. “I won’t sit at a table with Jasper! I hate him! And I hateyou!”
“You’ll sit on his lap if I order it,” Dean says, his face close to mine.
He has to bend down to my level. His eyes are terrifying at this proximity, long and narrow with pinpoint pupils, like a beast. Heat radiates off his bare chest.
“I own you, Cat. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
I shove Dean with all my strength. It barely moves him a millimeter.
“I’ll throw you off that same fucking wall if you keep pushing me!” I shout.
Dean lets out a long, slow breath.
