Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Some of the confusion clears, but not all. Carter looks her up and down before asking, “What kind of death threats?”
Before Wren can answer, I reply, “Threatening notes telling her she’s going to die. What, do you need more than that?” My anger is too close to the surface. I’m a heartbeat away from turning on one of the only people I feel like I can trust.
“Easy,” he mutters after exchanging a look with Tucker. “I was just asking.”
Wren taps her leg against mine before clearing her throat. Her voice is small at first, thin, but she gets stronger the more she says. “First, I got one on my car. Then somebody broke into my dorm room somehow and left me another one. They wrecked the room, too,” she adds with a sigh. I know it’s the part that stings the worst. All of her work got ruined.
“Shit.” Carter folds his arms, frowning, while Tucker whistles like he’s either impressed or surprised. “Who do you think it could be?”
“Yeah, there’s lots of people around here who—” Tucker’s mouth snaps shut when he catches me glaring at him. Sometimes, Tia looks at me that way when she knows she did something she shouldn’t have. Tucker isn’t anywhere near as cute as she is. After shifting in his chair, he asks Wren, “I’m just saying. Is there anybody around here who hates you enough to want you dead?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice is hard, and I can’t help but be proud of her when she adds, “I didn’t take a survey. You would probably know better than I would.” Tucker only shrugs, while Carter snickers.
Then he stops snickering. “Do you still have the notes? I could, like, give them to my dad. Maybe see if they have fingerprints on them?”
“I didn’t think about that,” Wren mumbles after taking a bite of her sandwich. “I was so freaked out.”
“Still, maybe he can think of something we wouldn’t think of,” I decide, and Carter nods his agreement. “It’s worth a shot.”
I can’t say I feel a lot better by the time lunch is over, and we have to go to our next classes, but it’s better than nothing. And now, they know—along with everybody else in the cafeteria at the time—to leave her the fuck alone. There’s not a doubt in my mind the rest of the school will know by the end of the day. Playtime is over.
I’m so sure of it that once we reach the door to her sociology class, I take her by the shoulders and kiss her in front of anybody passing in the hall. Her tiny squeal of surprise is muffled by my mouth, but there’s nothing to muffle the gasps and laughter around us. Some of them probably think this is another way for me to humiliate her. Just for shits and giggles, I throw in an ass grab before letting her go and continuing down the hall to psychology. Let them all wonder. All I know is, they need to leave her the hell alone—and if they know who’s been threatening her life, they better know that person is in my crosshairs.
I can’t stop thinking about it, sitting in the lecture hall, checking the time every minute or two in a countdown to when I get to leave and pick up Wren once class is over. My whole life was devoted to making her unhappy and grinding her into the dirt, and now I can’t concentrate on anything but how much I need to protect her. I think it’s what Mom would want me to do. She wouldn’t want me to punish Wren for the things Dad and her mom did. Wren is the kind of person without anybody in her life to look out for her. Mom would want me to be that person, the way I try to be for Tia.
I’m out the door almost before the professor let’s us go, marching back down the hall, ignoring the people around me. I have a goal. I have my purpose. And my purpose leaves the classroom and smiles when she sees me waiting for her. There’s somebody besides my sister who smiles at the sight of me. Life is fucking surprising.
“You’re not in any hurry to get back to the house, are you?” I ask once she’s buckled in the truck’s passenger seat.
“Not really…” She throws me a confused look. “I mean, I do need to work on our project, but it can wait until later.”
“Good. I wanted to run an errand first.”
Her voice is heavy with suspicion when she asks, “Where to?”
“Are you nervous?” I can’t help fucking with her a little bit as we roll through town. “Is that what I’m hearing in your voice?”
“You know what? I’m not even going to pretend. Yes, I’m nervous.” I can only laugh, which makes her roll her eyes. “You wouldn’t be?”