Page 51 of Wicked Lord

I spun, marched toward the door, and flipped him off. “How’s this for disobedience?”

“I hope Lorelei’s worth it,” he called as I grabbed the knob. “She must have a magical pussy if you’re willing to risk so much to keep her.”

My lips pulled into a snarl, but I kept the insults from falling off my tongue as I stepped into the hallway and slammed the door behind me.

The question wasn’t if Lorelei was worth it. WasCordeliaworth it?

Even though she’d erupted in a jealous fit at seeing Lorelei and me together—and that totally gave me a buzz—I couldn’t shake the images of Cordi stepping out of the house with all those guys surrounding her. She’d obviously messed around with one or more of them.

She might have been jealous like Lorelei had predicted, but painful cracks had deepened across my heart last night, ones that refused to heal.

If Cordi really was the girl of my dreams, how could she hurt me so much?

And Lorelei was the one to soothe that pain…

As the storm of confusion raged through my mind, I hurried up the narrow stairs to the first floor of the Sigma Delta house. When I entered the foyer, all dark, burnished wood and marble, I nearly crashed into a pile of boxes.

“Oh, sorry, man. I’ll get those in a minute.” Micah jogged down the winding staircase, sweat beading his brow and dampening his blond hair. “I’m moving in.”

My head jerked back. “Does Killian know?”

“Of course. He’s the president, so he had to approve it.” He gave a wry laugh and pushed his glasses back up his nose. “I’m pretty sure he wants to keep an eye on me. You know, keep your enemies close and all that.”

That sounded like Killian’s paranoid ass.

“Let me help you.” I lifted a stack of boxes and tilted my head toward the stairs. “Lead the way.”

“Thanks.” Micah grabbed a load, and I followed him through the house to his new room on the second floor.

The space was smaller than mine, but the décor still screamed money. The antique wooden furniture—two desks, two dressers, two nightstands—probably cost more than your average car. Even the drapes and bedding were high-end. Every room in the Sigma Delta house oozed luxury.

“Was it Kill’s idea or yours to move in?” I asked.

“Mine.” He set his boxes by a built-in bookshelf taking up part of one wall and gave a lazy shrug, absentmindedly rubbing the dagger and serpent tattoo on his forearm. “Since I’m stuck in thisfraternity, I should take advantage of some of the perks.”

My brow arched as I studied him. “Are you moving in to snoop for information about your missing friend?”

Micah’s laugh was the most unconvincing thing I’d ever heard. “Of course not.”

“Right.” I shook my head and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry about your friend, but you won’t find anything here unless someone wants you to.”

His muscles loosened as he dropped the façade. “You can’t help me? You’ve been here from day one, and most of your family has been involved in this organization. I just want to know what happened to her.”

Being a legacy and friends with all the right people did give me more perks, but I was already on Vaughn’s shit list. I couldn’trisk getting in trouble digging around in Serpents & Daggers’ secrets.

“How do you know we had anything to do with Susanna’s disappearance?” I asked. “She doesn’t have a connection to the frat or the brotherhood.”

Micah reached into the stainless-steel mini fridge and drew out two water bottles, passing me one. “Actually, she does have a connection.”

I took a deep sip of water and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Oh yeah?”

“Her ex-boyfriend pledged the Sigma Delts his freshman year.”

My gaze fell on a bag of miniature Snickers on his desk. “Why don’t you ask him for information?”

“I can’t.” Noticing where my attention had gone, Micah grabbed a bar and tossed it to me. “He’s dead.”

My head jerked in his direction as my mouth dried, fear sinking through my gut like a massive boulder. “Who is he?”