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I step between him, and Grayson’s hiding place. “Who are you looking for?”

He looks down at me, eyes narrowed. “The guy you left with.”

“There’s no one here but one very unconscious girl that got drugged at your frat party.”

“What’s wrong with your face?” he asks, eyes narrowed.

I force myself not to react, not to touch my lips or do anything. “I had to get her up here,” I reply. “Alone.”

He finally looks over at Janelle. “You brought her home.”

“Instead of violating her like Rat wanted or leaving her to get violated by someone else. Yeah, I brought her home. Do you have a problem with that?”

He snaps his attention back to me. “I have a problem with you leaving the party with someone—” I press my fingers to his lips and shoot him a glare. He bats my hand away and adds, “withoutpermission.”

Grayson still doesn’t know that Miller is aware I’m a girl, but if he doesn’t shut his mouth, he’s going to blow everything up. I have no idea what his problem is or why he even cares, but Janelle shifts in the bed, and everything will go to hell if she wakes up.

“Come on,” I say softly, grabbing him by the arm and pushing him toward the door. I take one last look at Grayson, who I can make out under the bed, forehead creased, and go into the hall.

“Who—” he starts, but I keep going, walking down to the elevator. It opens automatically and I step on, pressing the button for my floor. Right before the doors close, I see Grayson slip out of my room and head toward the stairs. I exhale. Miller asks, “Where are we going?”

“To my room. Where you can berate me in private and not wake up Janelle.”

He snorts. “Kitten, she’s not waking up any time soon, not if Rat had anything to do with it.”

It takes everything in me not to slap him across his pretty, smug face.

He follows me down the hall and I pull out my ID and swipe it on the door lock. It clicks open. Once we’re inside, he looks around at my bare, gender-neutral room. I’ve only slept in it a few times before being sent to the barn. Before he can start again, I say, “The guy was just someone in Janelle’s phone. I called the last person she texted.”

He mulls that over. “He just picked you up and left?”

“God, yes, Miller. What’s your problem?”

“I didn’t want you to fuck this up somehow,” he sneers, “and blow your cover and fuck both of us.”

“What I did was cover Zeta Sig’s sorry ass by not letting them get a rape accusation.” Anger wells in me. I reach into my pocket and pull out the condom Royer gave me and throw it at him. “And what the fuck is that?”

He catches it mid-air but doesn’t even look at it before he tucks it in his pocket. “Insurance.”

“Royer said you only use condoms with ‘chits.’ What does that mean?”

“It’s the girls lured in just to fuck with. They’re not the frat-rats who come to the party knowing they’re going to get laid. You wear a condom to make sure there’s no DNA left in her pussy if she tries to report it.”

“God, you guys are sick.” The sound that comes out is caught somewhere between a laugh and cry. “No wonder you picked a farm. You’re fucking pigs.”

The urge to lash out is strong, and I take both hands and shove them against his chest. He circles my wrists and holds me against him. “You’re the one that wanted to do this, kitten, to get your petty little revenge. Don’t act like anyone’s forcing you to do anything.”

I look up at him, for once not afraid to meet his gaze. “You mean like sucking you off? Or letting you come all over me?

“It’s not my fault you’re shitty at undercover. You agreed to that, too.”

“If you believe that, you’re delusional.” I try to escape his grip, but he holds on tight. “I fucking hate you. I hateyou.I hate Royer. I hate Knox and Rat. I hate how this whole fucking thing has overtaken my life!”

He drops his head and speaks right into my ear. “Why? So you can go back to being one of those vapid bitches at the party tonight? Another girl flaunting your tits in a string bikini? Is that what you really want?”

Yes, I want to tell him, but also… no. I don’t know, anymore. “I can’t ever be that girl again. Not after knowing who you really are.”

“And exactly who is that, Reagan?” His lips curve in a dark grin.