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A MUST-READ Dark Reverse Harem Romance is now available on Amazon > https://amzn.to/4bnj0AK I hurry through the hallways, passing people so quickly I almost bump into them, and I apologize profusely as I run to the room I’m supposed to be in. However, the hallway is blocked off right where I need to be. I peer over the students gathered around. One boy is throwing books at another boy, while that one simply laughs and shrugs. But the first one doesn’t quit and suddenly lunges at the guy. The whole crowd erupts into gasps and laughter, egging them on as they begin to throw punches at each other, gripping hair and tearing clothing into shreds. Suddenly, behind the ruckus, a familiar bunch emerge. The three boys that put my nerves on edge. Dylan, Alistair … and Felix. An air of darkness follows them wherever they go, like a cloud of rain in the dusk. As they walk down the hall, Dylan casually throws a lighter into the air and continuously catches it, while Alistair throws his backpack over his shoulder. But Felix keeps his hands tightly secured in his pockets, his white shirt barely able to cover his pecs and biceps. They’re headed straight towards the fight, with no intention of stopping anytime soon. And even though half the crowd begins to disperse as they come closer and closer, the fighting doesn’t seem to stop … nor do the boys. As Felix passes the two fighting, one of them bumps into him, and he punches him sideways so hard into the wall he slumps down to the ground. Felix doesn’t even break out into a simple sweat, and tucks his hands right back into his pocket. Everyone in the hallway has gone quiet, as if there’s collective terror going around infecting everyone, while they all step aside to make room for the boys walking into our direction. Except me. In the middle of the hallway I stand still until Felix is right in front of me. Still, I don’t move. He tilts his head at me, the muscles in his neck straining as his nose begins to twitch. Up-close, his features, like his square jaw and pronounced cheekbones become really defined, but that chilling stare is what gets me the most. Half-mast eyes, white underneath his pupils, like nothing could ever bother him … until now. “Move.” Just that one word, in his gruff voice, could make any one’s skin erupt into goosebumps. But not me. I tilt my head the same way he did and smile. His eye begins to twitch. Seconds age like minutes, while I can practically feel people’s gazes bore holes into my back. But I don’t care. I’ve lived with stares and laughter my whole life, I’m not afraid of them anymore. No one can hurt me if I don’t let them. And especially not boys like them. Dylan frowns at me and smirks. “Might wanna listen to him.” I ignore him and keep my gaze on Felix, who refuses to look away, just like me. He’s much taller than I am, and he physically has to bend over to get on my level. Too close for comfort as he leans in to stare at me. “I said … move.” No wonder my sister wrote about him in her diary. I lick my lips and say, “Make me.” His nostrils flare. He leans in even closer until he’s beside my face and breathing into my neck, and he whispers, “Don’t tempt me … because I will do it in front of everyone here… Penelope.” My eyes widen as his flicking fingers inch upward, close enough to push through on his threat. But that’s not the thing that frightens me the most. My feet instinctively step away to create distance between us as my veins run icy cold. His fingers are still in the right position. The left side of his lip creeps up momentarily, only to sink right back into that deadly, emotionless look he has. His hands lower, and he shoves me further out of the way, with his buddies following suit as they saunter down the hallway like they own the place. And all I can do is stare at these boys, because … How does he know my name?