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“Oh, hon. I’m so sorry. You’ve never talked about it other than your home burning down before you attended the academy. Would it help to tell me more? I can’t imagine how horrible it must have been.”
My shoulders slumped from the agony pulsing through my veins, and I stared at the wood floor. “No,” I choked out. “But maybe you can sleep in here with me tonight?”
Teagan’s smile lit up her face. “Just like we’re still sharing a room. Hell, I miss those days.”
“Me too.”
Lie number three.
ChapterEight
Jagger
Ijerked off the skull mask, then shoved my hands through my short hair as I paced the society’s office. No fucking way was it her. Apparently, that tackle had messed me the hell up and left me delusional. There had to be an answer to what just happened.
Stomping over to the desk, I spotted a folder with “Applicants” written across it in bold black Sharpie. I opened it and began flipping through the forms. I needed a name to go with the face I’d seen.The pussy I’d fucked.
Desperation and rage danced at the edge of my mind, daring one or the other to take over. I reached out with my foot and rolled the office chair to me, sinking into it. My pulse kicked into overdrive as I scanned the hundred-plus pages.
The creak of the door opening pulled my attention away from my task at hand. I glanced up to see one of the guys remove his mask. Anderson strolled in with a massive smile in place. “That was the best stress relief I’ve had in a long ass time!”
I rubbed my jaw, the stubble scraping against my palm. “Yeah. I’m enjoying the perks as well.”
“You sure? If I’m reading the room right, you’re pissed.”
I blew out a sigh. “It’s that obvious?”
“Yup.” Anderson removed his cloak and went to the closet where he hung it up. “It’s easier to fuck a chick when you remove the cloak. Plus, you don’t have to deal with cum stains.” He chuckled. “Mask intact, clothes intact. It’s all good, man.” He approached me and sat in a chair on my other side. “What’s tickling your asshole, man?”
I shook my head at Anderson’s question. The dude had a way with words.
“Do you know if these are the only applications for the society?”
“I do. There were one hundred-fifty invitations sent out. “Those”—he pointed—“are the ones that applied but are on hold. The forms for the girls that accepted are locked up in the bottom drawer of the desk. There’s another office, too. It’s the Black Widow’s. The members meet in here where we have the masks and robes at our disposal.”
I peered down and spotted two drawers, giving each of them a tug. I swore under my breath.
“I did mention they’re locked, Jagger.”
My eyes narrowed at him, then the corner of my lips kicked up when I realized Anderson was dangling the key from his fingers.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a key, motherfucker?” I reached over and swiped it away from him as he chuckled.
“You didn’t ask.”
I unlocked the drawers and pulled the largest one open. Another manila file folder lay on the bottom. I scooped it up then laid it on the desk. There were only about twenty forms.
“I assume you’re looking for the girl you were with?” Anderson placed his elbows on his knees, his gaze attentive.
“Yup.” I thumbed through the pages. “Gina, Louise . . .” I looked up at Anderson. “Louise? Who the fuck names their kid Louise?”
“Yeah, keep going.” He nodded at the file.
“Jamie, Gertrude?” My shoulders dropped, my chuckle bellowing through my chest. “Can you imagine? Oh, you fuck me so good, Gertie.”
Anderson threw his head back and laughed his ass off. “No! Dammit, you’re going to ruin my fun. Every time I hook up, I’m going to wonder if it’s Gertie now.”
I returned to the applicants. “Phoebe, Maxine, Lauri . . .” I continued until I reached the last one. Puzzled, I stared at the stack of papers. “I don’t get it.”
