Cruel Prince (Royal Hearts Academy, #1)(90)

“Fine. Next time you need something, make sure to ask your sperm donor.”

I brush past him, but he stops me. “I’ll stay home.”

I give him a curt nod. “Good choice.”

He squeezes the back of his neck. “Look, I know we didn’t talk about it at the hospital, but what you did…”

“I don’t need a thank you.”

He’s my little brother. Going after the person who hurt him—especially that motherfucker—wasn’t even a thought, it was instinct.

If the Vikings didn’t pull me off him when they did, I’d still be sitting in a jail cell…facing twenty years to life.

Cole’s expression is uneasy as he digs his hands in his pockets. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…I would have done the same for you.”

I raise a brow. “Really?”

My brother has no qualms about being selfish. Just because I have his back doesn’t mean I expect him to have mine.

I fight my own battles.

“I don’t know, maybe.” Grinning, he shrugs. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

My lips twitch. “Asshole.”

“Never claimed I wasn’t.” His expression turns serious. “I know we don’t say it…but…” His voice trails off.

This conversation is officially awkward as fuck, but I catch his drift. “Yeah. Ditto.”

If Cole or Bianca think I won’t go to the ends of the earth and back protecting them, they’re dead wrong.

He blows out a breath. “Now that we got that out of the way, wanna play some Black Ops?”

“Wow, you really do love me if you’re willing to play—”

A loud thwack against the house cuts me off mid-sentence.

“What was that?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Beats me. Probably the storm.”

“Yeah, you’re proba—”

Another thump, much louder than before, has us both running up the stairs.

“Bianca?” I shout.

She comes out of her room as we reach the hallway. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

She looks at me like I’ve sprouted another head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t hear that?” Cole asks.

She makes a face. “Yeah, but I figured your dumbass dropped something.” She motions to her door. “Can I go no—”

The sound of glass shattering has the three of us sprinting down the hall.

Thinking quick, I grab Bianca’s arm and yank her back. “Stay here.”

“Seriously?”

Swear this girl’s sole ambition in life is to give me a heart attack before I’m twenty.

The look I give her must make it clear not to press me, because she relents.

“It’s your window, Jace,” Cole shouts.

I mutter a curse when I enter my room, taking in the glass on the floor, the big-ass rock, and the busted window. Shit is right.

Cole rubs his chin. “Think it was Tommy?”

“Doubtful.”

Not only is the fucker without wheels, he’s also without legs.

Well, one of them at least.

Cole catches the next rock that sails through my now broken window. “Well, whoever it is, he’s still out there.” He flaps his hand around. “And he has a killer arm.”

I seize his shirt sleeve when he takes a step forward. “No.”

Last thing he needs is to get pummeled in the head with a rock and develop another concussion.

I march across the room to my window, narrowly missing the next rock. “Hey, assho—”

I freeze when I see Dylan. Although I’m having a hard time believing it’s actually her because she’s…a wreck.

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen her cry. Because she doesn’t.

“Shit.”

Without thinking, I charge out of my room.

By the time I reach her, she’s doubled over on my front lawn in the pouring rain, clawing at the grass and dry heaving.

Something in my chest dislodges. I want to find whoever’s responsible for this and beat them to a bloody pulp. No worse.

Much. Worse.

“What—”

“The fuck?” Cole says behind me, taking the words from my mouth.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Bianca snaps before her eyes zero in on Dylan. “You couldn’t just knock on the door like a normal person, bitch?”

I spin around to face them. “Go inside. Both of you.”

“Now,” I yell when they don’t move.

Bianca wants to protest, like she always does, but Cole takes hold of her forearm and leads her inside.

I focus my attention back on Dylan.

“Hey.” I approach her as one would a bomb. With caution. “What happened?”

She doesn’t answer. She can’t.

The girl is so beside herself, her small body is shaking with the force of her sobs.

I’ve never seen someone so upset.

Not since…

Stuffing the ball of pain down, I place my hand on the small of her back. Her clothes are soaked.

The temperature is barely over fifty degrees and it’s windy as fuck outside. At this rate, she’ll get pneumonia before she’s able to tell me what’s wrong.