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“What are you on about?”

“Nothing. Can you just focus on class or something else?”

“Why?”

“Cause Ryder is a dickhead and comes from a line of dickheads.”

“So what, he has brothers?”

“Can we stop talking about him?”

“Fine,” I huffed, throwing my pen down. “Not like I’m going to see him again anyway. Plus, if I did, it's not like a guy like him would go for a girl like me. He’s a purebred, and I’m a mixed-up mutt.”

“Referring to yourself as a dog?”

“You know what I mean.” I gave him a very sharp and pointed look.

I could almost feel the tension and anger build up behind me. Zane was pissed off, and I would know because he mightn’t be able to pick up my emotions, but I could pick up on his.

Being a mate that was freed had that ability so I might be invisible to him, but he was not invisible to me.

I would class plan A as successful.

Piss Zane off has been accomplished. A part of me was pleased, and I wanted to kill that small part of me that still cared, that he still had some screwed-up feelings for me.

“Hey, Allie.”

My eyes literally bulged, and my cheeks whitened. Suddenly I didn't feel that confident. I slowly turned to the side to look at Zane.

“Yes.”

“You good with this stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“History.”

“Well, it kind of wrote itself, so it’s hard to not know the facts.” I kept the bitch reigned in - just.

“Well, I suck at it. You wouldn’t be interested in teaching me some of the key points?”

Was he joking?

No, by the seriousness on his face and the look in his eyes he was serious. What had driven him to this? Was he seriously that jealous he would sit through lessons with me?

“Don’t know if that is such a great idea.” Blake leaned around me, his eyes zoned in on Zane. “Considering she hates your guts.”

One on one with Zane. I could get him back. I could plot and plot, and get the man back for betraying me.

“I never said that,” I piped up, grabbing Blake’s pointed hand and bringing it down to the table. “I wouldn’t do it for free.”

“I’ll pay.”

“Like fuck you will, have you lost your brains?” Ebony literally snarled at him.

“Keep your thoughts to yourself, Ebony.” Zane’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “So, we got a deal?”

If he still cared about me, I could torture him. Temptation was the devil’s favorite tool.