I side-eye Kill, ready to have his balls on a platter if my sister is the subject of his attention. However, I find him snapping pictures of the one on the far right. Landon’s sister, Glyndon. I know her name because I did a background check on the Elites’ leader, also known as a slimy fuck.
In fact, I know everyone in that group of girls ever since Annika decided to move in with them.
The loud blonde is Ava Nash and the silver-haired one is Cecily Knight.
They all come from prestigious families in the UK and Dad agreed to let Annika live with them. I still don’t.
I stroll toward them silently, Killian in tow. Once we’re near them, I hear Annika saying, “You…you’re right. Jer can’t do anything to me.”
“Sure about that, Anoushka?” I whisper from behind and she goes still.
“Oh, hi, Jer.” She speaks in a high-pitched awkward tone. “I didn’t really mean to come here. I was just taking a tour with my new friends.”
My attention doesn’t waver from her, and I raise a brow. “Taking a tour in a place you’re not supposed to be?”
“I was just—”
“Leaving. Now.”
“Hey.” The silver-haired one steps in front of my sister with a raised chin.
Not only does she look me in the eye, but she also glares down her nose at me, completely disregarding the height difference or the fact that I could squash her petite body in a fraction of a second if I chose to.
But the insolence doesn’t stop there, because she says, “She can decide whether to leave or stay on her own because oh, I think we’re at an age where women don’t get told what to do.”
The audacity of this little fucking minx.
Though my expression doesn’t change, I stare at her through a different lens.
Despite her bizarre silver hair, Cecily is a beautiful girl. High cheekbones, petite nose and lips, almond-shaped green eyes, pale skin that would look exquisite with marks, and a body that’s begging to be fucked.
If I’d run into her under different circumstances, I would have fucked her while grabbing onto that white hair and trailing my knife over her flesh. I would’ve bloodied her the fuck up while she writhed and screamed.
The keyword being if.
However, she’s too uptight and would probably run at the first sight of my brand of fuckery and disturbed sexual tastes.
Annika pales, realizing her friend is in immediate danger of falling victim to my wrath, and pushes her away. “It’s okay. I’ll go back.”
Cecily finally slides her attention away from me to focus on my sister. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to, really. It’s not worth it.”
“Walk in front of me, Anoushka.” We’re done here.
For more reasons than one.
If this Cecily takes my leniency as approval and keeps provoking me, she’ll get my attention, and no one wants that.
Annika bows her head and murmurs, “I’m sorry.”
Then she falls in step beside me. Killian stays behind, seeming too interested in Glyndon to have actually paid attention to the whole ordeal.
I’m only starting to cool down when Cecily catches up to us and interlinks her arm with Annika’s. I cast her a fleeting glance that she returns with a glare.
This fucking…
“I’m going back with you, Anni,” she tells my sister.