Page 57 of Revenge is a Witch

"Comfortable tonight, aren't we?" I tease, my voice low but playful.

Sebastian groans dramatically, his expression one of pure agony. “If Kyla tries to kiss me one more time, I swear I’m going to hurl. It’s like kissing a brick wall wrapped in desperation.”

I stifle a laugh. “It’ll be over soon. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You’ve already done more than enough.”

Sebastian shakes his head, his gaze softening as he looks at me. “No, I need to do this. For you, and for me. What she did to you, what she’s put me through this last year—it’s time she gets what’s coming.”

I can’t help but smile at him, my heart swelling a little. “Alright, then. Let’s make sure she does.”

I wave my hand over my lipstick, feeling the subtle tingle that tells me the spell is lifted—it’s no longer non-transferable. Stepping closer to him, I pull down the corner of his shirt collar and press my lips to his skin, leaving a perfectly clear red lipstick mark right on his neck and waving my hand over my make-up once more to make sure it becomes non-transferable once again.

Sebastian gives me a playful smirk. “All good?” I nod, and before I can pull away, he leans down and kisses me on the lips,slow and deliberate. “I really needed to kiss you before I go back in there.”

I roll my eyes with a smile, watching as he slips back inside, leaving the door ajar so I won’t get locked out. I take a moment to compose myself, giving him enough time to get back to his table before I make my way inside too.

When I return, Derek gives me a knowing look, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Showtime?”

“Showtime,” I reply, settling back into my seat. I glance over at Kyla’s table, where Eva has already returned from the restroom, looking annoyingly pleased with herself. Kyla is still talking, oblivious to the red lipstick mark on Sebastian’s neck.

I lean back, ready to enjoy the show. Let the fun begin.

It doesn’t take long for Kyla to notice the red lipstick mark on Sebastian’s neck. The moment her eyes lock onto it, her expression shifts from smug superiority to unfiltered rage. Her voice cuts through the low hum of the restaurant. “What the fuck is that?” I watch as her irritation rapidly escalates. “Who the hell has been kissing your neck?” she snaps, narrowing her eyes at Sebastian before abruptly standing up from her seat. Her gaze locks onto me, fury dancing in her eyes. She storms across the restaurant, heels clicking sharply on the floor, and I can practically feel the heat of her anger as she approaches.

“What the hell do you think gives you the right to go around kissing my boyfriend?” she yells, her voice loud enough to turn heads around the room.

I blink, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Kyla jabs a finger in Sebastian’s direction. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Zaria. The lipstick on his neck? That’s not mine, and since it’s red, it’s clearly yours!”

Derek barely suppresses a grin beside me as I tilt my head, chuckling softly. “Oh, Kyla,” I say sweetly. I lean over and planta soft kiss on Derek’s cheek, then turn his head toward me, showing her the evidence. “My lipstick isn’t transferable, see?” I flash her a mischievous smile. “Maybe you should check with the succubus at your table wearing the same shade.”

I can almost see the gears turning in Kyla’s mind as her flustered rage boils over. She glances toward Eva, her expression a twisted mixture of disbelief and fury. Then, without another word to me, she whips around and marches back to her table.

Eva looks up, startled by the sudden attention. “What’s your problem, Kyla?”

Kyla’s voice practically drips venom as she points at Sebastian’s neck. “My problem? My problem is that you’ve been sneaking around behind my back and kissingmyboyfriend!”

Eva rolls her eyes, completely unfazed. “Oh, please, Kyla. Why the hell would I want Sebastian? He’s barely your boyfriend as it is, and I’m not in the market for charity cases.”

Kyla’s face flushes with anger, her voice rising. “Don’t lie to me, Eva! You’ve been eyeing him all night, batting your stupid lashes like you always do. Don’t act like you’re innocent.”

Eva crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “Maybe you should be asking why Sebastian would want to kiss someone else. Ever think about that? Because if I wanted him, trust me, it wouldn’t be hard.”

“You bitch!” Kyla shrieks, and before anyone can react, she raises her hand and slaps Eva across the face, the sound echoing across the restaurant.

Chaos erupts at their table. Bethany jumps up to pull Kyla back, while Miles is trying—and failing—to calm Eva down. The whole scene turns into a shouting match between Eva and Kyla, their voices getting louder with each passing second.

Restaurant staff quickly intervene. The manager steps in, his patience clearly gone. “Alright, that’s enough. Pay your bill and leave, now. All of you.”

Kyla, still fuming, throws one last glare at Eva before spitting out, “You’re dead to me, Eva. Don’t show your face around me again, or I’ll cover it with warts.”

As they’re escorted out, Sebastian shoots me and Derek a grin over Kyla’s shoulder, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Mission accomplished.

Once they’re gone, Derek leans across the table, his lips twitching in barely contained laughter. “Is it rude to say that watching Kyla lose her shit was the best part of the night?”

I smirk, meeting his gaze. “No, because I’d have to say the same.”

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