Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(93)

admit shit even though their actions speak loudly, which doesn’t work in my favor at all.

“Fine,” they both breathe out in sync, kicking my heart rate up as a grin spreads across my lips.

Fucking finally.

“Don’t sound so happy about it,” Xander grumbles, folding his arms over his chest, but his eyes

are the normal shade of brown so I’m not worried he’s about to beat the shit out of one of them.

“We all need to consider the fact that even though your soul is sealed with hers, that doesn’t

guarantee all of ours will be as well,” Khaos states, making total sense, but my gut tells me that fact is

irrelevant anyway.

As long as I have my brothers and Rhea, I’m happy to explore this.

“What will be, will be, but I’m completely on board to find out,” I reply, rising to my feet.

The time is up on giving Rhea space. Our fate has been drawn without our say so, and we have to

roll with it. Since Xander’s outburst in our Combat class the other day, a lot has happened. A lot that

she isn’t yet privy too, but that’s about to change.

Doing this will protect her and us at the same time, while letting us see where our feelings may

take us.

“Do you want to head up there now?” Xander asks, and I nod, eyeing the other two who nod in

agreement.

“I feel like I need a shot of something strong first,” Adonis grumbles, opening the door and

stepping out into the hallway.

“It’s not going to be that bad,” I say with a pointed stare, which he matches with one of his own.

“Of course not. Rhea Harrington seems like the quiet and pliant type who will agree to all of this

shit without putting up a fight. My bad,” he retorts with a humorless laugh, and I sigh.

Fuck.

He’s right.

She’s the most defiant, independent woman I’ve ever met in my life. She won’t agree easily, but

it’ll only make it more fun when she’s truly mine. Ours.

We already know enough about her to be sure, but I’m going to enjoy learning every piece

possible. I’m hooked.

“Let the fun begin.”





Chapter 27

Rhea

T his stupid motherfucking Academy has done nothing but cause me stress. How am I supposed

to push through and survive this place and learn all of the things I desperately need to know

about this world, when there’s drama at every turn, especially when it’s not my fault?

Annoyingly, it’s unavoidable drama too. Or it seems that way at least. I didn’t initially instigate

anything with Selene, the supreme bitch, yet I’ve felt her constant disdain and the brunt of her attack

ever since the four guys started paying attention to me. Then there’s the Elites. I never asked to be put

in their path, but somehow I manage to find myself there anyway. I’m cursed at this school.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I sigh, pulling my uniform from the closet as I discard my

Academy issued shorts and t-shirt.

What irritates me more than anything, is how I fucking felt when Zen’s lips unexpectedly touched

mine. Euphoric. Fucking ecstasy. Just like every encounter I’ve had with the others. So as much as I

may pretend I am nothing but physically attracted to them, there’s something more there. Something I

don’t want to admit. Not even to myself.

It’s hard with Xander. Fuck, with him, everything is out of control on an entirely different level. I

might not know him, but it’s as if my soul does. Like they were torn apart, and now we’re here, finally

joining them back together again.

But the intensity of it all doesn’t make it any easier. If anything, it only fucks with my head more,

and it makes me wonder if those emotions are bleeding into how I’m feeling about the others.

I’m lucky he hasn’t smothered me, but whenever we’re in the same room, I feel his eyes track my

every move, his beast thrumming beneath the surface, and gods-fucking-dammit, it makes my thighs

clench.

It seems like I have no say in the matter, but at the core of it all, even if I did, would I say anything

different? The truthful answer to that question refuses to come to fruition in my thoughts as I tamper it

back down and step into my school skirt.

I don’t have long until the next class, but the feel of Zen’s lips crushing against mine, in a way

that’s totally him, has my movements more sluggish than usual as I replay it over and over again in my

mind.

Why?

Why would he do that? And in the middle of class?

Deep down I’m not complaining. Fuck, his lips were soft, full, and all-consuming, but it felt like

he was making a statement, and out of all the Elites, he seemed like the one least likely to do

something in that manner. But that only made my temperature rise even more.

Fuck.

A knock booming from my door interrupts my internal turmoil, and I take one step toward it before

pausing in place. No way in hell is that Harmonia, not with a knock like that. Which can only mean

one thing.