Chapter 20

XAVIER Malachi pulls on his T-shirt, and the wet material sticks to every inch of damp, muddy skin. The silver in his tattoos shimmers in the moonlight, and I drink in the sight. By the time we were finished dealing with Ophelia and Ronan, Malachi was already shirtless and fighting a junior from Onyx. Every single fucking year, some hotheaded asshole challenges my boy at Fight Fest, and every single year, they have their asses handed to them. Malachi is undefeated. Strong as a demon five times his size and smarter than every other person on this campus, with the exception of Alexandros. However, as much as I love watching him fight, what happened with Ophelia and that prick, Ronan, still has me all kinds of tense. Fucking Kai’s ass might be the only thing to relieve that pressure. I stretch out my neck until it cracks. “Ophelia was out here? In the woods with Ronan?” he asks, his eyebrows pinched together. “Not with Ronan by choice,” I say, and the possessive growl that follows takes m