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easy way to explain his fixation with mounting his
prizes or why we let them live to being with. This was one of the
few things we disagreed on; but he wouldn’t listen to my opinion,
so I had given up trying to convince him he was capable of having a
bad idea.
I was anxious to see how Reagan would react
to the inside. My gut told me she would recoil from them- from me.
She would find them absolutely revolting and her opinion of my
father’s wall-art would affect her opinion of me.
But it was unavoidable. There was nothing I
could do about what waited for us inside the school building except
prove to her I was at least different in that way. There wouldn’t
be Zombies pinned to the walls once we got home.
Home- our home .
It sounded right. It sounded good.
Warmth spread through my limbs, a fire
igniting in my lower belly. I turned to Reagan to warn her, to
prepare her for what could be traumatizing but someone called my
name from across the front lawn. I whipped around to decimate one
of the other patrols with words or fists, I wasn’t sure yet.
Three men walked over to me with grins
plastered on their stupid faces. No doubt, they’d seen the new
female and thought they had a chance to earn ownership. They were
newer men, not as young as Creed and Austen but originally
outsiders. Right now I could burn the entire lot of them. Between
Creed’s stupid comments and the hungry looks in their eyes, I could
happily set them all on fire and watch them turn to ash.
“So there were more of them?” Dennis shot a
pointed look at Reagan and waited for me to confirm. He was a
sniveling little shit that always took the morning patrols because
he was afraid of the dark and the Feeders that waited for him then.
He’d earned his spot on the patrol and my father trusted him to
lead every once in a while, but I didn’t. He wasn’t known for his
thoughtful consideration when it came to women either, another
reason to get rid of him.
“There were more,” I confirmed. “I’m taking
them in now to deal with them.”
“Just the two, then?” Dennis asked with
another leering glance over my shoulder.
I allowed myself to follow his gaze then,
just to make sure she was still there and hadn’t been magically
absorbed into Dennis’s strong, mystical realm of sick perverts. She
was whispering to Vaughan, their heads bent in intense
discussion.
This made me more furious than anything.
Goddamnit.
“She’s spoken for, so get your goddamn eyes
off her.” I took a step forward and with as much calm as I could
keep, pointed a finger at his chest. His eyes widened in surprise
as I was sure everyone’s did.
“Hey, Kane,” Dennis started immediately. His
eyes remained huge and he held up his hands as if to calm me down.
“I didn’t mean anything. I just wanted to know where you found ‘em.
She’s yours, I get that. Nobody’s trying to take her.”
I backed off a step. His assurances didn’t
calm me down and I felt the bite of fury still thrumming through my
body; but I would let him believe I could control this possessive
need to keep that girl. I brushed my hands over my pockets in an
attempt to appear relaxed and shot him a cocky smile.
“Damn right, she’s mine. You think I’d pass
up a body like that?”
Dennis cleared his throat and the rest of the
guys shifted uneasily. “You’d have to be cra- uh, er, blind to let
that go.”
It pissed me off more that he felt the need
to censor the word “crazy” than it would have if he would have just
said it, but trying to avoid the stereotype all together, I let it
slide.
“Get back to patrols,” I commanded. “I’ve got
to wrap this up.”
“Yes, sir,” the men answered in unison.
I turned around without acknowledging them
again and opened the doors to the school. Reagan and Vaughan walked
through immediately, without being prompted.
“Careful of the walls,” I warned. I tensed,
waiting for her to notice the Zombie-lined hallways. I passed the
door off