Thief: The Scarab Beetle Series: #1 (The Academy) by C. L. Stone

Author:C. L. Stone [Stone, C. L.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: spy, spy romance, romantic suspense, The Academy, coming of age, new adult, contemporary romance
Publisher: Arcato Publishing
Published: 2014-02-24T08:00:00+00:00

UGLY ANGER

I wanted to take a shower, but Brandon was up and dressed quickly, with such a determined look on his face that I didn’t dare take any more time than necessary.

My book bags were sitting on the couch. Raven must have come in during the night sometime, or Axel, or someone else. Maybe Corey brought them over.

At that thought, I checked his bedroom, but his light was off and the room was still.

“Where’d he go?” I asked Brandon.

Brandon fished out his keys and found his wallet sitting on the coffee table. “He’s probably at the job site.”

“Job site?”

“Where we’re going now.”

I hurried to the bathroom to put on a pair of shorts and a black T-shirt from my bag. I swiped on deodorant and brushed my hair. When I looked in the mirror, I cringed, and dug out some of the makeup samples I had. I dabbed on some concealer to mask the deep shadows under my eyes. I didn’t want to look like a complete mess. I added some mascara quickly. When I looked like I was at least among the living, I ran back out again.

Brandon waited by the door. We got into his SUV.

I dazed out a bit when we got onto the Interstate. My thoughts were muddled with what I was going to talk to Marc about and trying to not think about Brandon.

Brandon granted me the grace of being quiet the whole way. By the time I was paying attention to where we were going, he’d pulled off of I-26 and I had no clue where we were, but the chemical smell in the air and the craters in the road made me think we were in North Charleston.

Brandon pulled onto a narrow street. The homes in this neighborhood were cookie cutter, with broken wire fences, and tiny lawns, where the only differences between them were the angles of the leaning porches and the paint colors in various shades of faded.

There were a couple of trucks parked outside one of the houses at the end of a cul-de-sac. There was a large construction Dumpster on the front lawn, and this home’s fence had been pulled back to allow room for it. Ladders leaned against the exterior to allowed access to the roof.

Kevin was on the front lawn, studying a clipboard, a pencil behind his ear. Brandon pulled up against the curb. Kevin took one look at me and frowned.

I climbed out, but he focused on Brandon. “What’s she doing here?”

“She’s got to stay with us,” Brandon said.

“So you brought her here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Kevin frowned. “Take her back to the apartment if you want to play. This is a work zone.”

“She’s here to work. Marc mentioned she could work here with us.”

“What? When did he say that?” Kevin asked.

“The other night while you were out. Again.”

Kevin brushed his palm against his forehead. “I knew it. He’s going to start fucking up. She’s going to figure out everything.”

“She already knows half of it.”

“What?”

“Come on,” Brandon said. “I’ll fill you in.

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