Chapter 61
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My stomach sank out of me. Yes. Jesse did know. He’d figured it out that night in the lounge. “I didn’t think . . . I didn’t think he’d tell. He was too afraid of Dimitri.”
“You told him?” exclaimed Lissa. “No, he guessed.” I was starting to feel sick. “He apparently did more than guess,” muttered Christian. I turned on him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Oh. You don’t know.” “I swear to God, Christian, I’m going to break your neck after class.”
“Man, you really are unstable.” He said it almost happily, but his next words were more serious. He still wore that sneer, still glowed with anger, but when he spoke, I could hear the faintest uneasiness in his voice. “He sort of elaborated on what was in your note. Got into a little more detail.”
“Oh, I get it. He said we had sex.” I didn’t need to mince words. Christian nodded. So. Jesse was trying to boost his own reputation. Okay. That I could deal with. Not like my reputation was that stellar to begin with. Everyone already believed I had s*x all the time. “And uh, Ralf too.
That you and he—” Ralf? No amount of alcohol or any illegal substance would make me touch him. “I—what? That I had s*x with Ralf too?” Christian nodded. “That asshole! I’m going to—” “There’s more.” “How? Did I sleep with the basketball team?”
“He said—they both said—you let them . . . well, you let them drink your blood.” That stopped even me. Drinking blood during s*x. The dirtiest of the dirty. Sleazy. Beyond being easy or a slut. A gazillion times worse than Lissa drinking from me for survival. Blood-w***e territory. “That’s crazy!” Lissa cried. “Rose would never—Rose?”
But I wasn’t listening anymore. I was in my own world, a world that took me across the classroom to where Jesse and Ralf sat. They both looked up, faces half smug and half . . . nervous, if I had to guess. Not unexpected, since they were both lying through their teeth. The entire class came to a standstill.
Apparently they’d been expecting some type of showdown. My unstable reputation in action. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked in a low, dangerous voic
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