All Chapters of DANGEROUSLY YOURS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JFK was a blur of private lounge and champagne that Tamsin didn't drink.Teal slept for most of the 7-hour flight. Or pretended to. Tamsin stared at the map as their plane crossed the ocean.New York. 3,582 miles away.She thought about Trinity high. About Jordan and his "I'm sorry" that stopped coming. About Judith's silence that hurt more than any fight. She thought about her dad.The landing was rough. Tamsin's stomach flipped. ★The seatbelt sign dinged off. People clapped and hugged. Strangers turned into family in seconds.Tamsin didn't.She stared at the screen. Arrival: Madrid.The word looked too final. 3,582 miles from everything she knew.Her chest felt empty, like someone had left it in the overhead bin. Teal squeezed her hand. "We're here, baby. Madrid sure is beautiful. I think we'll love it here." Her smile was too bright. Like she was trying to convince herself this wasn't good bye to their old life.Tamsin nodded and followed her off th

The living room was quiet since Tamsin went upstairs. Dacio stepped back in after his "important business call." Teal sat stiffly on the couch with a wine glass, staring at nothing.Dacio paused at the doorway watching her. Then he sat on the opposite couch, keeping a careful distance.Dacio: "Teal....can i ask you something?"Teal looked up with tired eyes. "Yeah. Anything wrong?"He leaned forward, voice careful. "Can you tell me....what happened to Alaric?"The name hit like a slap. Her grip on the glass tightened.Teal: "What about him? Why do you want to know?"Dacio: "Teal please. I'm not trying to hurt you. I want you to let me in so we can deal with this grief together."Silence. She looked down at her wine. Debating. Finally her voice went lower with a distant almost invisible smile on her face.Teal: "Everyone in NYC knew Alaric. A good father to Tamsin. A good husband to me." she sniffled. "He always came home early for dinner. Me, him, and Tammy. Every night. That was our

Behind the voice, four figures cut through the crowd. The students parted for them without being told. No one bumped into them. No one locked eyes with them for too long. The air itself seemed to shift, like the hallway learned to make space before they even asked.Students stopped walking. Conversations dropped to whispers. Even the fluorescent lights above seemed dimmer. The HIMS.The Kings of IE university.At IE the HIMS ruled. There were rules and popular names. And above both of them were four letters that made professors look away and pretend not to notice when attendance wasn't taken.Four names that meant their father's donations sponsored the new library wing.They didn't run for silly posts like “students council.” They didn't tape “vote for me” flyers to walls or beg for Instagram story shout-outs.No. They were above that shit. They just walked into a room, and the temperature of the room dropped.Conversations died mid-sentence. Phones went up. Everywhere got quiet

They all sat in a circle on the floor because their beds were too far apart. The suite was huge, but somehow sitting on the floor together felt safer. More real. Like the walls were closer and the world outside couldn't get in.Vega had stolen all the pillows to make a nest. There were eight pillows in one corner and she was buried right in the middle of them. Only her ponytails were sticking out. One black. One pink. She looked like a dramatic kid in pink and black.Rosalia had stopped filling her nails. Her emerald eyes were serious now. No more jokes. No more teasing. Her hair was tied back and she sat with her legs crossed, posture perfect on the floor. She looked like someone's older sister who was about giving advice nobody asked for but everybody needed.Isidora was bringing out the snacks from the kitchen. Arms full. Chips, chocolate, gummy bears, popcorn, and two bottles of fruit wine. The kind of comfort foods you eat when your heart hurts. She set everything down in the mi

Tamsin pushed out of the lecture hall, head still replaying everything that happened inside with Matteo.The hallway was mostly empty. She cut through the side corridor to avoid the crowd– that's when she passed the half open door of an empty lecture hall.Inside four pair of eyes were on her.Leo Fernandez leaned back on his chair, laptop open, smoke in hand. On screen: the video of Tamsin slapping Valentina back after she hit her. The clip was paused right on Tamsin's face.“Pause it,” Leo said. He was tall. Sharp jawline. Dark hair, handsome feature. Same major as Hugo. Same program too. And hell he hated Hugo.He hated him always being ahead in class. He hated that the only girl he had loved was wrapped around Hugo's fingers and he used her like a puppet. He was always first in everything. In grades. In ranking.“That's her,” Leo said, nodding at the paused video. “That's the girl who had the guts to touch Valentina.”Dario Iker scoffed from the window. He had Mario's eyes and lip