Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(103)

him blankly, not needing to clarify with him, but the anger that swims in his eyes leaves me surprised.

Is he fucking for real?

“I never claimed to be a virgin, Adonis,” I bite, sarcasm dripping heavily in my tone, squeezing

my hands together in my lap as I imagine them wrapped around his throat for the disdained look that

takes over his face.

He rolls his eyes dramatically at me. “That’s not what I said, honey.”

“Why did you leave him?” Xander asks, shifting the direction of conversation back to the topic

Zen was addressing before Adonis and I continue to argue, rewording the same goddamn question

again, and I sigh. Answering him seems like an easier battle than Adonis right now.

“Does it really matter?” I ask, knowing full well I’m not in the wrong, but I don’t want this man’s

death on my hands, do I? “It should be enough that there is nothing between us anymore. That’s my

answer, take it or leave it.”

“So there was something between you?” Adonis hisses, pushing for more information and I throw

my hands up in frustration.

“Of course there was, douchebag, otherwise I wouldn’t have called him my ex, I would have just

said someone I slept with,” I grumble in response, desperately pleading in my head for my food to

arrive so all this bullshit jealousy can stop.

“So you fucked him on multiple occasions?” Xander asks for clarification, and I want to scream.

What the fuck is with these two? I look to Khaos, hopeful he's the reasonable one of the group since

he’s remained quiet so far, but when I turn to him for help, he simply shrugs his shoulders before

folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat. He’s taking their side and waiting for my

answer.

Asshole.

They all are.

“Zen…” I start, tilting my head in his direction, but the tight smile and wide-eyed expression on

his face tells me he’s not willing to stand next to my side, and I practically growl as I try to take a

calming breath. “Yes I fucked him. Multiple times, and he was good at it,” I add, purposely twisting

the knife like a bitch in annoyance with having to explain myself. They wanted the gritty details so

fuck it, they’re going to get them. “Until he decided to put his dick to other uses, inside another

woman on my birthday.” My chest heaves with agitation, the familiar burn of disappointment crawling

up my throat as I glare at Xander and Adonis. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Does it make you feel

better? ”

Do you like seeing me wrecked? Trodden and discarded?

I stop myself shy of adding the other line that plays in my head, but I refuse to let them see my

weakness. Only, the way Xander looks back at me, makes me think he can see right through me,

feeling every bit of my emotions with me. Fucking wolf abilities.

The table falls into silence as I catch my breath, and I glance around the room to make sure no one

heard my outburst. I can feel a couple of people looking my way, clearly still the hot topic of the day,

but it seems my words were just quiet enough to not cause a scene.

Thank the Gods.

I wet my lips, considering whether I should get up from the table and leave or not, when my food

appears in front of me, and as much as my appetite has suddenly vanished, I busy myself with stuffing

my face and avoid everyone’s gaze. I have nothing left to say about the situation anyway.

I don’t know how long passes, a minute, two, ten? But when Xander finally breaks the silence

around us, it does nothing to calm my racing heart because he knows. “You’re not heartbroken over it,

you never were. Why is that?”

I pause mid-chew, looking up through my lashes at him as he eyes me curiously, and I quickly

swallow the mashed potatoes and vegetables to reply. “I don’t fall in love with anyone. Ever.”

My response is as simple as that, always has been, always will be. Although, there’s a pinch in

my chest that tells me I’m not being truly honest on the matter anymore, but I rub it away with my hand

balled in a fist.

“Is that why you’re more disappointed that you weren’t enough for him?”

It’s a good thing there’s no fucking food in my mouth because I’d damn well choke on it at Zen’s

words. Glaring at him, he simply raises his eyebrows in challenge as Harmonia’s hand squeezes my

arm in comfort.

How can he read my fucking mind? I literally trampled down that thought moments ago, and here

he is reading me so easily.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmur, my voice monotone and void of emotion as I

turn back to my food. “So, if we’ve all got that inquisition off our chests, can we discuss this so-called ball and how I can get myself out of it?” I add, swiftly hoping to change the conversation as I

turn my attention to Harmonia.

I steel my spine, ready for whatever comeback they’re about to throw at me to continue the

conversation, but to my surprise, it’s Khaos who speaks next. “We can put a pin in it, for now,” he