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“Thank you, Miss Davis,” Professor Carmen says as I place the paper on his desk and nod without making eye contact with the sixty-year-old man before walking out of his lecture hall into a crowd of students, my panic slowly taking over.

I’ve failed, I know I have.

Dropping my head, I walk towards the doors. I don’t make eye contact with anyone. My focus is on the exit. The students know who I am and who my brother is, no thanks to Axe showing up at school my first week to send a message that I didn’t want him to send. So now the men fear me while the women try and flock to me so they can get close to my brother.

After nearly three years, they still haven’t got the hint to leave me alone.

“Hey Luna, are any other of the brothers coming today, or is it just that lone one?” a girl asks from across the quad as I make my way down the hill and I look up in shock and fear.

Expecting to see Brock ready to give me my punishment for when I vomited on him the other night, I come to a halt seeing a Dark Angels brother instead, my mouth going dry.

Holy moly…

With his hair in a man bun and shades covering his dark blue eyes, Blade sits astride his bike, his head directed toward me.

How in the hell did he know I go to this school?

My palms sweat, and my heart rate picks up as my stomach tightens. My body is reacting to him, and it wants to pull towards him.

I still want him, and that is not good.

I didn’t think I’d see him again, his warning from two days ago not really meaning anything yet here he is.

I swallow hard, noticing a lot of people eyeing him and I quickly look over to where my car is, a few vehicles from his bike. I look back over to him, and he tilts his head as if saying,‘I dare you’and I swallow again, my throat suddenly dry.

I won’t leave here without seeing what he wants, I just know it.

Sighing in defeat, I slowly make my way over to his bike, ignoring the eyes bouncing between him and me while I try to harden my body from reacting to him. The other day at the diner was weird. Never have I ever reacted to somebody the way I did to him, and it is scary as hell, especially with my horror in the past and present.

I’ll never get to be happy, never get to fall for someone or get married.

I’m too broken, and Brock still believes I’m his because he grew up with me, so however my body is reacting to this man is a moot point.

“Hey, princess,” Blade says as I stop before him and raise a brow.

“Princess, huh?” I ask, and he shrugs but doesn’t give me an explanation as he takes in my sneakers, jeans, and sweater. “Why are you here, Blade?” I ask, not bothering with how he found me.

I’m not stupid. He’s the president of a club, which means he probably has someone who is good with computers.

“I have a proposition for you, Luna,” he says.

I look at him suspiciously and ask, “What kind of proposition?”

I know for a fact I have nothing to give him, and so far, he’s giving no indication that he’s aware Axe is my brother. All the information he could probably find gives Axe’s legal name, and it isn’t known within different clubs what a brother’s legal name is unless they are in that club with you or have grown up with you.

He slowly lips his bottom lip from side to side before he says, “I don’t do relationships,” and I raise a brow because, well, yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I figured that out within seconds of being in his orbit.

“But,” he says, “I want you,” my mouth parts, “I don’t know why I want you, but I do, and I know that a part of you wants me, so I proposition that we fuck a few times, get each other out of our systems then I can go my merry way, and you can go on yours.”

Speechless, that is what I am. I am absolutely speechless because never in a million years did I expect that to come out of his mouth.

I clear my throat when he raises a brow and I mutter, “I, uh, don’t think that is a good idea.”

And it isn’t.

The only man who has touched my body is my abuser, and no one in my family has stood up to help me. Heck, my mother barely talks to me, and hasn’t since I accused Brock of rape at my father’s funeral after she demanded I stick with him so she could mourn.

He chuckles, “Why because you’d fall in love with me?”