Page 5 of Divine Obsession

My heart sank when his eyes met mine. Cold and dark like the abyss of an ocean. They punctured through me, seeping deep inside my chest and freezing me to my core.

Trevor Kaito Su.

Captain of Columbia’s basketball team, who’d apparently been beating our NYU team’s ass for years.

Highest ranking IQ college student on the East Coast, possibly the US.

And of course, heir to his family’s multi-billion-dollar technology empire – theSu Dynasty.

Of course, it was him. Why else would he know the butler?

“Thought I kicked you out.” Trevor’s deep, smooth voice wrapped around me like dark velvet.

“You tried.” My words came out unusually breathless. I didn’t sound like myself.

My heartbeat slowed the longer we stared at each other. The noise around us died down and everything except him blurred.

His eyes – black and unforgiving – stared right into my soul;searching.

And it hit me.

Oh, my God. I calledTheTrevor Su a dick.

“You’relate.” I turned my head to see Maya. His mother scolded him while stepping between us to fix his suit. “And that shirt doesn’t match...”

Trevor’s eyes sent ice-daggers in my direction over Maya’s head. Now, his overreaction to me ruining his shirt made slightly more sense. Perfectionist parents: check.

I almost felt bad.

“You see what I have to deal with, Natalia, darling?” Maya turned to me while still pointing at her son’s supposedly mismatched shirt. “What do you think?”

I wouldn’t have noticed anything wrong if she hadn’t brought it up.

Sighing, I gave him a disappointed one-over, before looking him dead in the eyes. “Utterly disastrous.”

“I knew it!” Maya huffed, taking off.

My eyes never left Trevor’s.

And if looks could kill, I’d be choking on my blood.

I had a bad feeling about this girl.

But I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly about her.

I’d never been called out of my name – least of all by a girl with a stolen dress and bad manners.

Our first encounter hadn’t left the best impression, though that wasn’tit.

Now, I was even more put off by her presence.

She didn’t belong. Her brown eyes were too soft. Her aura was too warm. Her smile was too sweet.

Though there was a certain hauntingly beautiful tragedy to her, she lacked what everyone else in this room had: blood on their hands.

Well. Not for long by the way tonight was going.

She’d been at the gala for no longer than an hour and already had a target on her back.

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