Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” Her brows pulled in even tighter. “Did you just send me a message?”
“Yes. Have you spoken to Miriam about your feelings of loneliness?”
“No. God.” She made a horrified face. “I don’t know her, and I don’t need a counselor.”
I figured she’d say that. “You can text me, anytime, for any reason.”
“I appreciate that.” She stared down at her phone, and a slow, mischievous smile bowed her lips as she met my eyes. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, Father Magnanimous. Whenever I feel like giving in, I remember I have a lot of assholes to disappoint.”
No question she was referring to me. Her mother, too. And perhaps the family she was expected to marry into.
As I watched her sashay out of the room with her head held high, one thing was certain.
Tinsley was going to take over the reins of her life, even if that meant walking away without a penny from her family.
I would be rooting for her, even if I were one of the assholes standing in her way.
CHAPTER 14
TINSLEY
“You don’t seem happy, Tins.”
“I am now.” I buried my face in Keaton’s chest and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. “I missed you.”
“Let’s talk about that.” My brother took my hand and led me farther away from the main building.
It had been five days since Magnus returned my phone. I’d texted Keaton immediately, just to check in and explain why I hadn’t responded to his messages and missed calls.
Now that he’d graduated high school, he was super busy bouncing between England and France, kicking ass in his new life with his new girlfriend. Way too busy to deal with my trivial problems. I hadn’t asked him to come to Maine.
I should’ve known he would show up the very next weekend.
The cold air nipped at my cheeks as I joined him on a bench in the courtyard, away from the other families. Every girl within eyeshot was staring. Of course, they were. Keaton exuded the Constantine swagger that came naturally to all the men in my family.
He was the youngest of my three brothers, only nineteen, but he had the same musculature and athleticism, arrogance and assertiveness, basically everything one would look for in a handsome alpha male.
And all the girls were looking. Except Nevada Hildebrand. I hadn’t seen her since she got suspended, but the rumor was she would be back at school this weekend.
“When you weren’t answering your phone, I called Mother.” Keaton hooked his arm around me, keeping me warm.
“Let me guess. She told you I was fine and not to bother me.”
“Yes.” His eyes glowed with guilt. “I shouldn’t have listened to her.”
“Keaton, I’m fine.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Just trying to adjust, that’s all.”
“Please, tell me that’s not one of your teachers.”
I followed his gaze across the courtyard and found the steel blue eyes of my nemesis staring back.
“Yeah.” I pressed my middle finger against my lips and smiled sweetly at the moody priest. “That’s Father Magnus Falke. My only teacher.”
Keaton was off the bench before I could stop him.
“Wait.” I ran after him, tugging on his coat. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t like the way he’s staring at you.” He yanked his arm free. “I’m just gonna have a chat with him.”
That was a terrible idea. My brother was cocky, overprotective, and mouthier than I was.
“Just remember.” I jogged to stay at his side. “When you leave today, I have to stay here and deal with the fallout. He doesn’t respond well to threats or disrespect, so please, just…play nice?”
We ran out of distance before he could respond.
“Keaton Constantine.” He moved right up into Magnus’s face and grabbed my hand, hauling me against his side. “I’m Tinsley’s brother.”
“I see the resemblance.” Magnus didn’t move. Not a flicker of surprise or irritation.
They stood neck and neck, same heights, similar builds, equal intensity in their eye contact.
“We may look alike.” Keaton squeezed my hand, preventing me from pulling away. “But I know you see a lot more when you look at her. A beautiful young thing in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. I’m guessing you’ve never seen a girl as pretty as her come through here.”
“Keaton.” With a growl, I yanked on my hand. “Stop.”
He tightened his grip. “Just remember who her family is, who her brothers are. If you touch one hair on her head—”
“No threats, Keaton.” I shoved at his rigid, immovable frame and turned to Magnus. “I told him not to threaten you.”
“That’s okay. Maybe his warning will be more creative and stimulating than your mother’s.” Magnus tilted his head, regarding my brother with chilling indifference. “You were saying?”
Keaton’s eyes pulsed with the churn of his thoughts. I saw his surprise in learning that our mother had come to my defense. Then I saw his realization as he made the correct assumption about her motivation.