August 26, 2016 by Lyn
Kailani, using the fact that Anatoliy had insisted on Belonging to her, blackmails Agatha by threatening to not let Anatoliy graduate if Aggie doesn’t let Bowen go.
Of all the things he was expecting when wandering halls alone — Ardell, Baram, worried older cy’Lucas, woman like Massima — Yngvi had actually not been anticipating being bowled into by someone running full speed through the halls.
At least, he corrected as he picked himself up and brushed himself off, not this late in the year. He took a cautious step backwards as the other boy pulled himself to his feet. Bowen. They shared a couple classes, but the boy’d always had the spooked, uncertain look that so many of the collared did around here. Now he looked spooked instead and his neck was bare.
“I didn’t…” he started, both hands going up defensively.
“You didn’t,” Yngvi agreed easily. “I didn’t. We just happened to be going different directions in the same spot.”
Bowen stepped back another step. “You’re fine? Hey.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re not wearing a collar.”
“No.” Yngvi kept his hands from going to his neck by shoving them in his pockets. “No, I — I got lucky, I suppose,” he admitted. “Emrys kept me out of trouble when it came to it. But you’re not wearing a collar, either.”
Bowen’s hands did go to his neck. “No. I, uh.” He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment. “What’s her name, um, Kai?”
“Her, yeah. She did this thing, uh.” He looked down at his feet. “She blackmailed Aggie. Somehow she got Tolly into a collar and she told Aggie she wouldn’t let Tolly graduate if she didn’t let me go.” He looked up at Yngvi. His face was twisted and his eyes were wet. “Why would she do that? Tolly was the only one not an asshole in that crew. I mean… why be mean to him?” Bowen’s hands dropped to his sides and twitched. “And why for me? I mean. Aggie already hates her. And I’m not. I’m not anything to her. Why me?”
He was working himself up, and he looked ready to explode. Yngvi framed his answer as gently as he could.
“If I know Kalani at all, she did it because it was the right thing to do.” He took a chance and draped his arm around Bowen’s shoulders. “Let’s go catch a drink, shall we, and the two of us can talk some more?”
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