Entangled (Guardian Academy Book 2) by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online

with me last night and didn’t let anyone try to kill me in my sleep.”
    “Wow. Did I just get a thank you …?” He trails off as the phone rings again.
    Sitting up, he digs his phone out of his pocket and hammers his finger against the talk button. “This is Jax.” He remains quiet, listening, and then his gaze slides to me. “Okay, but I have to bring my trainee.” He pauses. “Because she’s under strict orders not to be left alone.” Another pause. “Well, she can make up her class work on the weekend.” Irritation flickers in his eyes. “Fine, I’ll let her know.” He hangs up, drops his phone onto his lap, and runs his hand across his face. “We got called into a case.”
    “ We ?” I question. “Since when do I go on cases?”
    He lowers his hand from his face and throws me a “ really” look. “Since you decided to go digging around into stuff you shouldn’t.” He tosses off the blankets, rises to his feet, and stretches his arms above his head.
    “I think we already established that I don’t need a babysitter,” I say, doing my best not to gawk at his lean ab muscles peeking out from the hem of his black T-shirt.
    An arrogant smile tugs at his lips. “Enjoying the view?”
    “Nope, not at all.” I feel stupid for getting busted, though not enough to blush. “And how am I supposed to go on a case with you when I have detention? Don’t get me wrong; I’d way rather spend a day looking at dead bodies than hanging out in her office, doing stacks of homework, and then cleaning the bathrooms with the janitor, but I don’t think she’s going to be all for it.”
    “She made you clean the bathrooms ?”
    I nod, kicking the rest of the blankets off me and sitting up. “And it sucked balls. I mean, Henry’s a cool dude and everything, but the guys’ bathroom reeks almost as bad as an outhouse.”
    Shaking his head, he scoops up his shirt from off the floor. “She shouldn’t make you do that. It’s against the rules.”
    I scoot to the edge of the bed and lower my feet to the cold linoleum floor. “I don’t think she really cares about rules.”
    He slips his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. “She may think she doesn’t, but she will after I report both incidents.”
    I comb my fingers through my long, brown, tangled hair. “I thought you couldn’t report her because she’s the person you’re supposed to report stuff, too. That’s what Dash said last night.”
    “I’ll go to the Guardian committee.” He does up a button on his shirt. “They should be able to take care of it.”
    “The Guardian committee?” I crinkle my nose. “Aren’t they supposed to be very strict and by the books kind of people?”
    He finishes buttoning up his shirt then reaches for his belt on the floor. “They are, but that’s a good thing. They’ll be more hard on her.”
    “I guess I see your point.” I rub the dreariness from my eyes, push to my feet, and wander to my dresser to get some clean clothes. “So, why didn’t Dash mention the committee last night?”
    He loops the belt through his jeans. “Probably because our father’s on it, and they don’t really get along.”
    I pull open the top dresser drawer. “Yeah, I kind of picked up on that last night.”
    He freezes in the middle of doing up the belt buckle, and his questioning gaze elevates to me. “Dash talked to you about our father?”
    “He just mentioned him a couple of times, and I could sense there was some tension.” I take out a black tank top, jeans, and a plaid shirt and then bump the dresser drawer shut. “He also said something when I first met him about you being brainwashed by your father.”
    “Yeah, I forgot he said that.” He flattens his hand over his head, smoothing his hair with a deep frown etched into his face.
    “Everything okay?” I ask cautiously.
    He nods, blinking up at me. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just need to go check up on a few things.” He hurriedly slips on his boots