Dirty Twisted Lord: A Dark Asylum Bully Romance (Godless Heathens - Chryseum Academy Book 3) by Jordan Grant

Author:Jordan Grant [Grant, Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-14T04:00:00+00:00

14

KILLIAN

She’s late.

I can’t stand it when someone is late.

My existence relies on a carefully orchestrated routine. I’m up at 5:30 every morning, much to my roommate’s dismay. I’d wager 50-50 odds Saint kills me for disturbing his beauty sleep one of these days, but there’s too much for me to do to mope around in bed all day. I get up, shower, dress, and leave for the dining hall with the rest of the ingrates in the boys’ dormitory by 6:00 am. Meds and the dining hall come next, and then I’m seated in my first class at the back row, the third desk from the left by 7:00.

I’ve already adjusted my routine for her. I got up at 5:00 this morning to get to the chapel in time for our morning prayer session, but apparently, she’s going to just show up whenever the fuck she wants.

Unacceptable.

It makes my right eye twitch, and the anger I carry in my belly flares, engulfing my ribs in heat. My fists clench at my sides, and I’m itching with the need to punch something by the time she finally bothers to show. As the door to the chapel closes behind her and her Mary Janes tap on the stone floor, my imagination leaps over the pew like one of the parkour bros and throttles her neck for her insubordination.

Only two things ever disrupt my routine: Butcher and the hallucinations. If they interfere too much, then I’m about between ten and twelve hours from needing to be sedated before I kill someone.

This girl is already testing my patience and throwing a proverbial wrench into my carefully crafted life.

Goddammit.

I want to be mad.

I am mad, but as she stumbles up the aisle, half-ass giving the sign of the cross before melting into a pew like she’s the wicked witch of the west, my anger dwindles.

Well, a little.

She looks like she’s already visited a new circle of Hell today, and curiosity gets the better of me. The longer I stare at her and the longer she remains oblivious to me as I stare at her, the more curious I become.

What is it they say? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah, I fucking doubt that—cats are awesome—but with her I think it’s the opposite. It’s more like obliviousness killed the mouse, only she’s the mouse and I’m the cat about to gobble her up.

She’s got blueish-purple bags weighing down her eyes, and even her blinking seems unnaturally slow as she stares up at the crucifixion of Christ. I’d know the slow cadence of her movements anywhere. That’s the I just took a horse tranquilizer for breakfast and can’t feel my eyeballs look. I could wave a hand in front of her face and shout that there’s a fire, and I’m betting it would take her a solid minute and a half to even register the words.

What do they have her on?

Anxiety meds?

Depression pills?

Antipsychotics?

Probably all of the above with something special mixed to ensure her compliance and make her easier to deal with.

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