Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(22)

scoffing. “Don’t pay Selene any mind. She’s a class A bitch through and through, to literally everyone.

She thinks she’s our queen, it’s so ridiculous. When she didn’t get placed in Agion with the guys, she

was pissed. She thinks they’re her men, no one else's.”

Men? Plural. Huh.

“So she’s going to hate me even more for being placed in the fourth room then,” I reply, not even

bothering to ask for confirmation, just making the obvious statement as I pull my attention back to

Harmonia who rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, but something tells me you can hold your own, Rhea. Considering this is your first full day

here, you seem to be taking this all in your stride, and honestly, the uniform looks good on you,” she

says with a grin and wink, which I return.

“Seriously, a uniform though? I didn’t even have to wear one when I was younger and in school,

but here I am at twenty-two taking a step back in time, or that’s what it feels like at least,” I respond,

curving the compliment on me as a person and lightening the conversation.

“I can’t even imagine, Rhea. It must be crazy not knowing who or what you are,” she says, a hint

of concern in her pink eyes as her lips twist to the side. I guess my joking around came across more

serious than I thought.

“You know what you are?” I ask, trying to redirect the questions. Although, it feels rather

personal, and I cringe internally at myself, but thankfully, Harmonia doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, both of my parents are angels, so it’s presumed I am too. Pandora’s Box can only confirm

there is magic within me, but for now, assumptions are what everyone else here is riding on,” she

explains, and I nod, absorbing her words.

So everyone here has to have a little meeting with the Box of screams, huh? I wonder if they heard

what I heard? I almost consider asking Harmonia, but I refrain, not wanting to divulge or relive my

experience just yet. And since I already have a target on my back from just living in the same building

as four guys, I’d rather not give them any more ammunition.

My response lodges in my throat as my eyes fall on the four guys walking into the room from the

front left. The entire hall pauses, watching them as intently as I am. I feel like I can’t breathe.

I instantly recognize the hot adonis from this morning, his blazer long forgotten with his shirt

sleeves rolled up and his blond hair swept behind his ear as he practically floats across the room.

Images of his long, thick cock flash in my mind, making me blush and my thighs rub together in

response.

Beside him is the asshat from yesterday, his black hair a mess as it falls over his face, with his

sharp green eyes flashing beneath it. He seems to emit a cool, standoffish tension without even trying,

but whatever the blond guy beside him says, has the briefest touch of a grin appear on his lips. I don’t

even blink and it’s gone, like a figment of my imagination.

Slightly behind them are two other guys who I haven’t seen before, but my gut just knows they’re

from the same hall as me. Side by side, they’re almost like yin and yang; complete opposites of one

another.

The tallest of the two is easily over six feet tall, with short, brown, untamed hair and tense brown

eyes. His frame is huge, his broad shoulders magnified with the tightness of his uniform. He seems

quiet, not really paying attention to what his friends are saying as he observes the room, his eyes

scanning repeatedly around him.

The guy next to him is a good couple of inches shorter, with mousy blond hair, and mystical hazel

eyes that shift from brown to green as he glances around. Unlike the others, he seems… calm, relaxed,

and peaceful. A casual smile on his lips as he strokes his neck, brings my attention to the fact that his

top two buttons are undone and his tie is hanging much lower than you would usually wear it.

“Oh snap, girl’s got her heart shaped eyes on. Turn them off, my friend, they’re a bag of douches,”

Harmonia sings beside me, nudging my shoulder with hers, and a genuine grin takes over my face for

the first time since I stepped foot on Paradise Heights.

“I don’t need a good dick to be attached to a good man, Harmonia,” I reply with a wink, and she

throws her head back with a laugh, drawing attention our way.

My eyes flick back to the guys as they make their way into the pew, Mr. Cock from this morning

offering me a knowing wink as he takes the seat beside Harmonia. The asshat with the mesmerizing

green eyes glares at me as he drops down beside him, while the two new guys observe me with a hint

of curiosity in their expressions, dropping into their seats a moment later.

Likely they know there’s someone new in their hall from their friends and possibly gossip, but

still want to feast their eyes on me and make their own judgment on the little earthling. Well, they can

fuck off right along with everyone else.

I force myself to face forward as a man walks in, flanked by two women, one of whom I

recognize as Noreen, and the energy instantly changes around us. Without having to question it, his