“Just try. Do it for the rest of us in Daggers, even if you don’t care?”
I wave a hand back at him and head inside, beelining straight for the whiskey bottle.
It’s an easy task.
Spy on Weston Knox.
Get close to him.
Even if Kieran is dead wrong, there could be other benefits to getting close to Weston.
Because if Wes is already trying to fuck with me, then I’m more than ready to fight fire with fire.
5
Weston
Colossus Dining Hall is packed on Thursday night.
“Fuck yes. Sushi night,” Oliver says somewhere behind me, his voice nearly lost in the chatter of the hall.
“That’s not even real sushi,” Niko tells him. “It’s ginger-soy steak wrapped up with rice.”
“Who says sushi can’t be made with steak?” Ollie protests.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Niko tells him. “Have I ever told you that?”
I grab a couple of the steak sushi rolls and sauce cups of ginger-soy, because I don’t give a fuck if it’scorrectfor sushi, it’s delicious.
“Going to be impossible to find a booth,” I tell Niko as we go down the line grabbing other small plates to fill up our trays.
“Not an issue. I think Sev’s already nabbed a table for us in the corner.”
Something grips tight in my chest.
“You invited Sev?”
“Yeah,” Niko says, flashing me a look. “He’s my cousin, dude. You guys can refrain from killing each other for one dinner.”
I exhale, my eyes scanning the dining hall. “It’s fine. Don’t give a fuck about him.”
Liar.
Lying liar.
You’ve fallen asleep thinking about the finer details of his thick, long cock every night since it was between your lips.
I bite the inside of my cheek, looking back down at the buffet line full of food.
“Chocolate malt milkshakes in the machine for dessert,” Ollie says, pointing at the sign over the shake machine across the room. “Best dinner ever.”
Hunter, Rayne, and Noah all just walked in, too, and I see them making their way over through the crowd.
Plenty of people on my side here tonight.
It’s been nearly a week since my night with Sev. Ancient history, and I’m certain he isn’t thinking about it anymore. So fucking what if I have to be at the same table as him for one dinner?
I spot Sev easily the moment we start to walk over as a group. He’s sitting at the big, curved booth in one corner of the dining hall, leaning back with a leather jacket on and a white T-shirt beneath it, his tattoos peeking out at the top of his chest: a red rose with a long stem, the top of an abstract indigo-colored compass, and others I can’t make out.