He rolls his eyes and chuckles.
“That’s okay,” Ronan grins as he turns off his shower. “Chelsea wasalsoprobably thinking of Achilles while you were fucking her.”
I laugh as Drago shoots Ronan a look. “Okay, now you’re just trying to be hurtful.”
“It comes from a place of love, mi amigo,” Ro sighs with a shit-eating grin.
Drago shuts off his shower, grabs a towel from the wall hook next to him, and wraps it around his hips. “Hey, you guys been hearing about this Velvet Villain shit?”
“Villainess,” I mutter, turning my own shower head off and reaching for a towel.
I’m, unsurprisingly,noton BookTok—unless, of course, it’s to stalk Yelena and her MaskTok interests. But Iris very much is, and she actually texted me the clip I’m sure Drago is talking about earlier today.
Apparently, there’s already been speculation that this masked TikTok girl, who makes spicy romance book content, is a Knightsblood student. But the other night, after our party, she posted a video she made frominsideKingsward Hall—specifically, from inside the second floor library.
Ronan shakes his head as he starts getting dressed. “How are youjust nowhearing about that?” He frowns, nodding his chin at Drago. “Dude it’s all anyone is talking about on campus right now.” He scowls. “And for what it’s worth, I’m not okay with her filming content at Kingsward wherever she wants. I think we need to figure out who the fuck she is and have a nice little chat?—”
“I’ve got it handled,” Lochlan growls thickly.
Drago nods. “Cool. I’ll give you a hand tracking her?—”
“I said I fucking got it.”
Ro, Drago and I all pause and then glance over to where Lochlan is pulling on his school uniform, his back to us.
Curious.
Fifteen minutes later, Ronan and Drago are off in one direction, heading to class, while Loch and I head off in another.
“So…” I cock a brow at him. “Little touchy about your favorite BookTokker, huh?”
Lochlan doesn't even look at me. “Nope. We're not doing that."
“Doing what?”
He adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder, his jaw tight. “I’m not discussing her.”
Her.Not ”Velvet Villainess.”
Huh.
I file that away for later and let the silence stretch between us as we cross the quad.
“Unless…” Lochlan clears his throat and glances at me. He smirks. “Unless you want to tell me where youactuallywere the second half of that party. Or, I don’t know, why you went fuckingapeshiton that guy at the cabin over those random pictures of girls from the party on his phone?”
I say nothing. Loch glances over at me, but I keep my eyes forward.
“Right,” he says flatly. “So we'rebothnot doing that.”
He peels off toward the humanities building, and I let him go.
I turn toward Blackwood Hall, where I have a lecture in twenty minutes that I will absolutely be present for and absolutely not paying attention to, because I already know where Yelena is at the same time, and Blackwood Hall has a very convenient second floor window that looks directly onto the path she takes between her lit seminar and the library.
Is this normal behavior? Probably not.
Do I care?
Same answer.