Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(95)

I can get to class, but Zen just shakes his head while giving me a heated, yet expectant look.

“You wouldn’t listen yesterday, so I had to take action today.” He says it so matter of factly, so

simply, that I gape at him.

“Is that so?” I reply sarcastically, planting my hands on my hips as I match his stare with one of

my own, but he doesn’t falter at my attempt to look intimidating.

“Yes.” The determination is clear in his tone, and I shake my head at his approach.

“And here I was thinking you’re the calm, rational, and collected one of the group. Joke’s on me,”

I state with a scoff, and he simply shrugs.

“Oh, I am.” Fucker. I dread to imagine what the others would be like then if they were the ones to

lead this conversation. I even catch a glimpse of Xander nodding in agreement with his friend slightly,

which doesn’t help.

Casting my gaze over Khaos and Adonis who continue to relax on my bed, I decide we need to

move this along. I can’t handle them in my space, not like this. It’s too personal. I feel… consumed by

them, all my rational thoughts ready to jump out the window into the mid morning sun so I can join

them on my clean sheets. Tempting but not happening.

I clear my throat, stiffening my spine as I get a grip on myself and turn to face Zen. “What’s so

important it couldn’t wait, and had you practically claiming me with your mouth in the middle of

class?”

Zen’s eyes darken at the mere mention of what happened, his tongue dragging ever so slow along

his bottom lip as he stares at my mouth. I almost think he’s going to cut the distance between us and do

it again, but he manages to release a sigh and begins to explain. “Xander’s eyes didn’t go completely

unnoticed yesterday, Rhea,” he says calmly, and a frown instantly mars my face.

“Wait, what? By who? Have they said anything?” The words come out of my mouth in short, quick

bursts as I glance over at Xander. All I see from him is a muted smile and I know why that is instantly.

I’m showing my fucking hand, unable to smother the fact that I am indeed concerned about him, but I

don’t give a shit. His safety is paramount to me, whether I like it or not, and as I continue to stare at

him, waiting for the answer, his grin only spreads wider.

Pulling my gaze from him, I glance at the others, and it angers me to no end to see matching smirks

on their faces too. I fell right into their damn trap.

Fucking hell.

“Who do you think?” Khaos finally asks, a quirk of his eyebrow, and my veins instantly turn to

ice.

“Selene,” I breathe out, worry rattling through my tone. Fuck. This is worse than I thought.

“Ding. Ding. Ding,” Adonis chimes in, propping his face on his hand as he looks at me. Why isn’t

he angry, concerned, and ready to tear everything to hell like I am?

“We can brush it off. I’ll beat her within an inch of her life if I have to. She fucking deserves it

anyway after what she tried to do to me. Fuck, she will use this to her advantage and expose Xander,”

I growl, my body dripping with anger, finding an excellent excuse to do just that, like her attacking me

alone wasn’t a good enough one.

“Right now, your red eyes make me believe you,” Khaos says, calmly, almost softly, and when I

look into his piercing green pools I can’t read what emotions are crossing through them.

Fuck.

These goddamn eyes.

Turning my back on the four of them, I try to take a few calming breaths, but it does little to help

when I can feel all of their eyes burning into the back of me.

“Please, someone talk. Tell me what we do or what I need to do,” I mumble, rubbing at my closed

lids to no avail, no solutions coming to mind, but I stop when Zen speaks.

“Well, that’s the reason I had to take action today,” he explains, making me pause. Maybe he

should stop talking instead. I can’t imagine my eyes dimming back down to my usual blues if this links

back to his lips crushing against mine. When I don’t respond, a hand on my arm pivots me on the spot

to face them again. I trail my eyes up the arm that belongs to Xander, my gaze settling on his as they

flash amber around the edges.

Without a single word from him, I feel every ounce of reassurance he’s sending my way, and with

a deep breath, I nod, focusing back on Zen to continue.

“I came to speak to you yesterday because Selene has been devising a plan for herself,” he states,

making my jaw clench and my eyes turn to slits as I wait for him to continue. I fucking knew it.

“What?” I bite, eager to know what the sly bitch has been up to, but nothing prepares me for the

words that fall from Zen’s mouth next.

“She told Zellus that she believes her soul is sealed to Xander’s.”

If anyone else adds anything to the conversation, I don’t hear it over the sound of my heart

thundering in my chest and my pulse ringing in my ears. My vision clouds over and all I can visualize

is killing her.