Dead Girls Never Talk: A Standalone Hate-to-Love Dark Boarding School Romance (St. Mary's Book 3) by S.J. Sylvis

Author:S.J. Sylvis [Sylvis, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Cade

The ride to the Covenant Psych Hospital was my favorite type of torture. Journey was behind me on the bike, and at first, she shied away, as if I hadn’t finger-fucked her a few days ago. As if either of us could forget that. But soon after we began down the hill of St. Mary’s and started along the curves of the snowy road, the chill in the air pushed her closer, and by the time we reached the hospital, her hands dove in my front hoodie pocket, and her face was buried in my back.

I would have given many things to stay on the bike. I had a sense that Journey didn’t want to get off either. She was tough as nails, always trying to hide her vulnerability—even more so now, after the last several months—but I felt her slight tremble the second I lowered my feet to the ground.

“You ready?” I asked, unable to stop myself from taking my hand from the bike handle and shoving it inside my hoodie pocket. I nearly sighed with relief when my palm hit her skin, relishing in the mere touch of her. Warm. I feel warm.

“Yeah,” she croaked, slowly taking her hands out from my hoodie and climbing off.

My jaw clenched with our sudden distance, but my wants faded when I saw her standing beside the unlit sign to the psych hospital. Her cheeks were rosy despite being underneath the helmet the entire ride, and her long hair swooped in waves over her shoulders.

I stood back along the bike for a few minutes as she stood unnervingly still, peering up at the ugly building like it held all her answers. I cased the area, scanning for anyone or anything. The Covens, the dark and bleak lower part of this building, was no longer, and I knew for a fact that the psych hospital closed down shortly after. But old habits died hard, and I was on full alert. Maybe it was memories from the last time I found myself at this shithole, or maybe I was just that fucking possessive over Journey that I didn’t want even a snowflake to fall on her head.

Her footsteps began crunching against the hardened snow, and I followed after her, reaching up the sleeve of my hoodie and unsheathing my knife. I paused for a second, wondering if I should bring it out in front of her, but just a little while ago, she snapped out a remark about me hiding shit before she was stored away in this fucking place. You want to see the real me? Well, here I am.

“Stop,” I said, catching up to her. Journey’s troubled gaze swept over the snow and landed on my face before dropping to my hand. Her lips parted, and a light gasp flew from her. She began backing up slowly, her troubled eyes now wide with fear. Her shaky hands came up in front of her, and I furrowed my brow before I nearly choked on my spit.

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