“Hi, Hail,” Aubrey said, her hands shaking slightly.
Emy only stared at him, her lips parted. Whether it was in fear or awe, I didn’t know.
“I need you with me for lunch today,” Hail murmured in my ear as he leaned in, his hand on my waist. “Come.”
“See you guys,” I said wistfully, waving to the girls.
Aubrey gave me a shaky smile, and Emy waved back.
“Why do I need to sit with you?”
“Don’t question me,” Hail snapped back, giving my side a painful pinch.
I yelped at ache he left behind.
Tate chuckled darkly. “When are we getting a go at her?”
I froze as Hail sat down. He reached out and tugged me down onto his lap, kissing my cheek, his hand riding high on my thigh. “Mm, maybe after I break her in.”
“I’m not fucking your friends,” I snarled.
Tate’s eyes darkened. “You’ll do as you’re told, you fucking slut.”
Hail let out a soft laugh which did nothing to calm me. “Maybe we can all fuck her. We’ve never done that before.”
“I’m game,” Tate said immediately, his dark eyes drinking me in.
I cringed away from him as Fallon and Drake joined us.
“What are we talking about?” Drake demanded, sinking onto his seat. His sandy-colored hair fell into his brown eyes, and he did a ridiculous looking hair flip to sweep it away.
“Fucking Hail’s new toy.” Tate licked his lips.
I ground my teeth as I shifted my gaze away and met Fallon’s hazel-eyed stare. He hadn’t said a word to me yet. He probably towered over me by a foot when we were side-by-side. His dark hair was windswept. He ran his fingers through it as he offered me a quick smile. He was a beautiful guy, but he had to be just as shitty as Hail and Tate were. He surveyed me for a mom
ent before shaking his head.
“Nah. She doesn’t look like she’d like that.”
Hail snorted. “It doesn’t matter what she likes. If I say you guys can, feel free to tear her pussy apart.”
I shook my head, desperate to get the hell away.
A squeak of pain escaped me as Hail wound his fingers through my hair and tugged my head to the side.
“I’ll start breaking her in tonight. How does that sound, rat?”
My bottom lip trembled as he kissed my neck, his fingers still tangled in my hair. That was when the kings walked past. Of course. They had to have heard everything.
Levin locked eyes with me. It was like the courtyard all over again. Intense. Terrifying. I knew he didn’t give a shit about me, but I silently pleaded with him for help. He sat at the king’s table and cocked his head at me, the first form of communication he’d ever given me aside from his stare.
“Help,” I mouthed. If anyone could help me at Bolten, it would have to be one of the kings.
He frowned and glanced at Dominic. I let out a whimper as Hail bit my neck.
Dominic lifted his gaze to mine and said something to Levin. Vincent peered over his shoulder at me before nodding to the guys.
Please come over here. Even if it’s to fight. Anything.