butterflies.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. They all look up as soon as we approach, interest flickering from their phones to us as they all stare at me with their signature smirks on their lips. “She’s with me,” Lucien says, loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. I guessed his declaration was because they all looked at me with a mix of shock and condescension, as though they thought this was not my place among them. They were, after all, the few people Lucien allowed in his sacred spot in school. I open my mouth to object, but he pulls me down onto his thighs before I can blink, making me freeze in his hold, as he wraps his arms around my waist, his other hand draped across my thigh. Suddenly, my lower belly flutters at the contact of his skin on mine. I feel everyone's eyes on me as the horsemen inspect me like an insect under a microscope. For a while, no one says anything, until one of them speaks up; Theo smirks. “Recruit?” “She’s not a recruit,” Lucien says, voice low and edged. “She’s the re