The House of Grey- Volume 5 Read Free Page A

have much time left and we have a lot of work to do.”
    “Cyann, I have to admit that I’m surprised by your artistic spirit.”
    Monson and the others peeked over the banister.
    Boston stepped closer to her. “This piece is very powerful. I’m impressed.”
    “There are a great many things you don’t know about me, Boston,” Cyann replied coolly. “I’m glad that you like it all the same.”
    “I don’t doubt that,” said Boston with exaggerated suspense. He took another step closer to her. “I have to admit, I find you intriguing, if a bit implacable.”
    “Really?” Cyann’s voice remained even but a bit harder than usual. “And why do you say that?”
    “The whole renegade chick thing. Now don’t get me wrong—I’m all for the mysterious when it comes to parties and circus acts.” Boston studied his reflection in the full-length mirror. He adjusted his headband. “But there’s really no need for that to attract people’s attention. Your looks already do that.”
    “I’m flattered; I wasn’t aware.” Cyann stood totally stationary. “But whose attention do you think I’m trying to attract?”
    “Now, Cyann,” said Boston playfully. “Why ask a question you know the answer to?”
    He gave her a suave smile then continued.
    “I have to admit, however, that I’m a bit confused at your choice of friends…and boyfriends. I mean, I guess I sort of understand the Diamond; I suppose he is popular and not all that bad-looking, and certain alternatives weren’t available to you at the time. But that freshman brat, the scholarship boy who looks like a walking corpse! Why would you waste your time on someone who is obviously beneath you? A beautiful woman should be with a beautiful man, someone who is worthy of such...grandeur.”
    He took a third step towards her, then smoothly placed his hand on the small of her back, drawing her closer to him.
    “I’m just glad that you came to your senses. And now that I have taken care of my little…obligation, we don’t need to waste any more time.” His lips slightly puckered, he slowly drew her into him, freeing her hair from the bandanna that held it bound.
    Monson attempted to jump over the edge, completely ignoring the fact that it would have been at least a twelve-foot drop. Lucky for him, Casey and Artorius were there to stop him.
    “No, Grey!” Casey clung to him, trying to whisper. “You can’t! Besides breaking your leg, do you really want Cyann to know that we were watching? She’d kill us.”
    Monson was not listening but rather muttering to himself. “You pompous jumped-up jack—”
    Smack!
    In one dramatic motion, Casey, Monson and Artorius all flinched as
    Cyann’s hand landed squarely across Boston’s cheek, fully, firmly and with total conviction. Boston recoiled from the solid blow.
    “Boston,” said Cyann, her voice becoming very quiet. “It would be imprudent to speak of someone who you do not know or try things of that nature with someone like me.”
    Boston acted as if a ten-ton truck had plowed through his living room. He was angry, humiliated and shocked, all at the same time. He had not expected this reaction from Cyann; that much was painfully obvious. An awkward silence followed, during which some of the arrogance evaporated from Boston. Cyann simply looked at him.
    He cleared his throat. “Umm…yeah…sorry.”
    “No harm done.” Cyann turned from him. “And I’m sorry that I slapped you.”
    “Can ask you a question?”
    Cyann nodded.
    “Most of the boys in this school would bend over backwards for just a moment of your time, a kind word, or a simple gesture of acknowledgment. Yet, we see you with him—him and his other bottom-feeding cronies—”
    “Dude, Arthur, I think he just called us cronies.”
    Monson and Artorius whispered. “Shut up Casey.”
    “And still you slap me and do nothing to him? Me? I must know , why do you spend time with that freshman, a freshman of no social standing, wealth,