“I never asked you to do that, Melana. Why would you do that?” I asked, baffled.How could she?The thought disgusted me. If I had known, I would have told her to go be with him.
“Because I love you, that’s why. He was a stranger. I barely knew him. I clearly read that fucking wrong,” she told me. I swallowed, now feeling ten times worse.
“I need to go,” I told her. Nothing was going to fix this, so I just needed to get out.
“Sure, fine, Ace. Run back to your fucking slut of a mate!” She growled at me, and I stopped. Atticus clawed at me and pressed forward, enraged she would call Lucy that.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me. You want to run along after someone that’s been screwing her teacher, go ahead! Good luck with that.”
“Lucy is a virgin, Melana. Don’t be calling her names just because you can’t handle the thought of her being my Luna,” I told her, forcing Atticus down. He wanted to rip her apart and kill her for saying something so vile about Lucy.
Melana laughed. “Sure, believe what you want. Josey told me what she saw. Believe what you want about innocent little Lucy. She was the one fucking her science teacher. Clearly, she couldn’t handle it when he broke it off with her, so she burned the classroom down. You’re pathetic. Go on, run back to your mate.”
“Josey is wrong. Lucy would never do that,” I told her, walking toward her apartment door.
“My sister isn’t a liar, Ace. She caught Lucy leaving his class half-naked. A week later, his classroom was burned down because he’d found his mate. Think what you want, if it makes you sleep better at night. But it doesn’t change the fact that she is fucking whore!” Melana said.
Atticus growled, and I forced myself out of the apartment before he killed her. I’d hurt her enough already, I didn’t need Atticus doing more damage over some lies Josey had told her.
Walking out of the apartment complex, though, I couldn’t get her words out of my head. Was that why she burned the classroom down because he’d found his mate? I just couldn’t picture Lucy sleeping with her teacher, yet Melana’s words had me questioning how much I really knew Lucy. She had changed over the last year, maybe this relationship with her teacher was the reason why. Stepping outside, I found it belting down with rain. The wind was so bad it was making the trees bend as I stepped onto the city’s main drag.Fuck! I can’t run home in this. Looking around, I tried to find a cab before remembering Jacob lived nearby.
I opened the mindlink before feeling him become alert. “What’s up?”
“You home, bro?”
“Yep, I am not going anywhere in this storm,” he replied.
“Good, because I am staying with you tonight. I am stuck in the city,” I told him, walking down the street in the direction of his apartment.
“Okay, I will buzz you in. See you soon,” he said, cutting off the link.
I then mindlinked Tyson and Lucy to let them know. In a way, I was glad I was staying at Jacob’s. The thought of seeing her after what Melana had just told me had Atticus hackled up and on the verge of exploding. I needed him to be calm before asking her anything about her teacher. I also needed to find out who the fuck her teacher was. He shouldn’t be allowed to teach if he was taking advantage of his students. Avery and Aamon would want to know of any misconduct, but the longer I walked to Jacob’s, the more it made sense. She had to have been screwing him, maybe that was why she was so upset that she would burn down his classroom. Just like with Melana, jealousy tended to do some pretty horrid things to people.
Chapter seventeen
Lucy
Waking up, the storm had cleared, and the sun was beaming in through Tyson’s bedroom window, lighting up the back of my eyelids, making me squint as I put up my hand to shield my eyes from the blinding light.
Sitting up, I found Tyson was still asleep, but we had both shifted in our sleep and I was lying half on him, my head on his chest and arm across his waist, my skin tingling wherever his skin was connected with mine. I pulled my leg off his waist, embarrassed at the position I awoke in, only for him to grab my leg and bring it back across his waist.
“Stay,” Tyson mumbled, pulling me back to him by my shoulders with the arm I was lying on. He patted his chest, and I lay back down. He turned his face, his nose going into my hair as he inhaled my scent.
“Right where you belong,” Tyson said, kissing my forehead.
“Where do I belong?” I asked at his half-asleep ramblings. He chuckles softly.
“Yes, Lucy, you belong with…”
“I’m back! Where are you both at?” Ace suddenly yelled out from the front of the house, making Tyson stop whatever he was going to say before I heard Ace walking down the hallway. Tyson growled, making me look up at him.
“Lucy, Tyson, where are you both?” Ace called out.
“In here,” Tyson called back to him before sighing. Ace leaned on the door frame before folding his arms across his chest and glaring at Tyson.
“Why is she in here?” I sat up at his words, realizing how indecent it was for me to be in there.