Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(102)

silently listen to the girls interact.

“What? Why? The trusts are set up for you to be able to get everything you require to attend Saints

Academy, Rhea, and that includes clothing,” Harmonia says, her brows also knitted together as she

looks at her friend, but Rhea just shakes her head strongly.

“I get that, but I can’t, Harm. Not when I found out my ex is the goddamn human representative in

the Hex.”

I gape in surprise, and I’m not the only one when Adonis suddenly rises to his feet, glaring at

Rhea. “What the fuck?”

What the fuck indeed.





Chapter 30

Rhea

W ith Zen’s hand at the base of my spine, nudging me along, I take a seat at the Elites’ table at

the center of the dining hall. My bottom lip feels sensitive because of the way I’ve been

raking my teeth over it, but when I’d been talking with Harmonia, I was naive enough to

think they wouldn’t hear. Especially since I know Xander’s hearing is more sensitive now that he’s

shifted.

Fuck was I wrong about the others though.

The second my butt touches the seat, I come face to face with a grim stare from Xander across

from me, almost matching the one on Adonis’ face as he sits to his left, leaving Khaos to look at me

curiously from his right.

Nobody makes a sound at first, not even Harmonia as she sits to my right, while Zen takes the spot

to my left, continuing to stroke circles on my back, the delicate touch noticeable to me, even through

my blazer.

I can sense the fifty questions hanging on the tips of their tongues, the expectation of an

explanation gleaming in their eyes, but I pretend none of it exists as I let the hum and chatter of the

room swarm me. This isn’t going to be a fun conversation. Not even a little bit.

If I thought I was the center of attention before as the new kid, I was wrong, I had been practically

invisible in comparison to now. It seems the Elites held everyone captive with their mere presence,

not just me. I can’t help but find the unhappy faces in the crowd as I glance around.

Guilt isn’t an emotion I’m all that familiar with, so I’m not going to back out of this, my body and

soul wants these guys more than words can express, but it doesn’t mean I won’t grumble about

everyone’s scrutiny of our relationship. It’s none of their fucking business.

Focusing on the tablet that appears in front of me, I scroll through the menu for the day, taking my

sweet ass time so I don’t have to explain anything, opting for the pot roast, a roll, and a bottle of

water.

When I tilt my head up, I notice the three Elites across from me haven’t moved an inch, all staring

at me, wanting a response, and I bristle under their glare. Swiping a hand down my face, I offer each

of them a pointed look as I sigh. I guess it’s time to get this shit over with or else they won’t stop

staring.

“What do you want me to say?” I grumble, aware of how dumb I’m playing it, but fuck, this isn’t

really a conversation I expected to be having anytime soon, let alone today. But, here we are.

Not only is there a ball I refuse to buy an outfit for with Dante’s money, but he is also going to be

in attendance since the Hex are among those invited. I need to find out what the expectations are about

students attending, because maybe I could get out of it that way. Otherwise, I’m going to have to fake

being sick or something.

“Explain how you forgot to mention that Dante fucking James is your ex,” Xander says, hands

clenched on the table as he continues to stare at me unblinking, and Adonis nods along eagerly,

encouraging him.

When I don’t answer immediately, even Harmonia slips in as she clears her throat. It’s awkward

in sound, almost appearing fake, which means what she’s about to say is going to be unpleasant.

“They have got a point, Rhea. No member of the Hex would sleep with a Saints Academy student, it’s

just not a thing.”

“I wasn’t a student here at the time, and I didn’t even realize who he fucking was until my first full

day here when they had to arrange the finances for me,” I say with a roll of my eyes. They shouldn’t

have assumed I had dated him while being here.

“How is he your ex? What did he do wrong, Rhea?” Zen asks, thumb still circling. “I just want

clarification for when I kill him,” he adds casually, and I gape at him in surprise. Part of me can’t tell

if he’s being serious or not because if there’s anything I’ve learned recently about Zen, it’s that he’s

just as fierce and fiery as he is calm and collected.

“None of that matters. I ended it. I’m not pining over him, for fuck’s sake, so can we just drop it?

Please?” Even I can sense the pleading in my voice, but the way Adonis immediately shakes his head

tells me I’m not getting out of this any time soon.

Perfect.

“You fucked him.” The words leave Adonis’ lips as a statement, not a question, and I just stare at