Imani hadn’t talked to me since Saturday night.
I parked my bike in Redwood’s parking lot, tossed my backpack over my shoulder, and walked toward the building with a lit cigarette in my mouth. Usually, I didn’t smoke as much as João and Landon, but, s**t, I’d needed it lately.
After Imani had submitted to me—tied down by my ropes—and spent the night with me, I couldn’t get her out of my f*****g head. She might’ve known how much Landon needed her or how much João did—even though he was a b***h about it.
But she hadn’t known that I needed her too.
Now, she wouldn’t talk to me.
Before stepping into the building, I stomped out the cigarette. I pulled up the hood to my sweatshirt and walked into the corridor, listening to people gossip about Allie and Jace and last Friday night. My chest t
