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pack princess, and by the time we’re done with
     her, she’ll rue the day she ever bothered you.”
    “Kieran….” she sighed.
    “Look, I get this is hard for you, but if you let her, Mellee Martin will ruin this
     for you. Or you can take charge of the situation, and we both get what we need.”
    Nothing frustrated Kieran more than indecision. He could read her difficulty. It was
     written all over face—in the way she couldn’t quite meet his eye, in the way she kept
     scratching at her head. They were all nervous tics he guessed she didn’t even know
     she possessed.
    But he didn’t have time for nonsense. Part of him— the particular part that is seriously starting to piss me off —longed to give the poor girl a hug, show her some alternatives to the bitchy Lambda
     house, and maybe take her on a date or twelve. But doing so wasn’t on the agenda,
     and Kieran knew how to get what he needed.
    “This is a one-time offer, sweetheart. You tell me yes, or I leave, and I never come
     back. You tell me no, and I never offer again. You tell anyone I offered this to you,
     then I deny it, and I ruin your reputation here. Forget Lambda; no one will ever even
     acknowledge you on campus. I’m really popular. You know it. I know it.” He paused
     and put his hand, which had fisted for no apparent reason, into his pocket. “What’s
     it going to be? I get you a pack. You get me Mellee.”
    She stared up at him, and her throat clenched when she visibly swallowed. “Okay.”
    “Okay as in you understand what I’m telling you, or okay as in you take the deal?”
    Alexandra took another long pull of his drink from the straw. “Okay, I want the deal.”
    “Smart girl.”
    “But I have a stipulation.”
    He groaned. “No can do, baby cakes. This is a take it or leave it situation. We do
     it my way, or it all ends here.”
    “I’m afraid I have to insist on this, or I can’t do it. I just can’t.” She shrugged.
     “Take it or leave it.”
    “So, the wolf has a backbone. Nice to see.” Why did he feel proud of her? This was
     getting ridiculous. “What are your terms?”
    Alexandra pointed her finger right at him. “You don’t use one more stupid nickname
     for me. Not one. No sweetheart. No honey. No princess. Certainly no baby cakes. Not
     one. You use one more of those terms or anything similar, and I’ll back out of this
     and find a way to screw you. Get it?”
    Well, then .
     
    ***
     
    Her roommate snored in the next bed while Alex watched the slow tick of the clock.
     Why couldn’t she sleep? She groaned and tossed in her bed for the hundredth time.
     It felt as if she had sold her soul to the devil.
    Why did I say yes to his ridiculous idea? Because it was better than her own idea, the one where she stayed in her room for
     the next four years and spent the rest of her life living in her mother’s basement.
    She rolled over and pulled out the card she’d been carrying around for over a year.
     It seemed silly to still be hauling it around everywhere she went, but ever since
     her father had slipped it in her jacket—an incredible moment of parental caring in
     an otherwise horrible track record from the man—she’d come to think of it as her good
     luck charm. Someone to call if she should find herself completely alone.
    After rising, she walked out into the hall, careful to not wake her roommate. The
     industrial carpeting irritated the bottom of her feet, and she leaned against the
     wall. At three a.m. on a Tuesday night, most people would be sleeping. But not Alex,
     not since she’d agreed to help Kieran take down Mellee Martin’s family.
    She stared down at the card. The ROAR Hotline. She pulled her cell phone out of her
     pocket and texted the number on the other side. Someone had to tell her what to do,
     and if this desperate step made her even more pathetic, she had to live with it.
    Hello . It seemed a dumb text, but she sent it without thinking too much about what she