Page 8 of Vile Heart

“Good.” Camren kicked back his own chair and let go of Jaro, who wheezed as his hand moved up to claw at his neck. He plopped down into his own and grabbed his cup. “Let’s wait for her—what’s her name?”

“Galya,” Davian said reluctantly. “Galya Haerlo.”

The name didn’t ring any bells. Camren quickly texted Andry for a background check.

“She’s a junior.”

“And how long have you been together?”

For the first time, Davian dropped his gaze and stared at his hands instead.

“Well?”

“For some time,” Davian said cryptically.

“Jaro?”

“A few weeks, I believe.”

“What a coincidence.” Camren inwardly purred. The same time as when the Mink shop had gone bankrupt. Yes, he’d been fucking right about this. He could feel every nerve-ending activate. False promises, huh?

It is not so much your help that helps me as is the confidence of your help.

Davian was asking Camren for help in his own clumsy way. The guy’s heart was a danger to himself.

“Your turn,” Camren smirked. “Question or command.”

“Question,” Davian said through gritted teeth.Fucking finally.With the way he stuck his chin in the air, he was looking for another fight.

“Very well,” Camren pretended to contemplate. “I met you when I was four and you were three. From that day, if I recall well—and please correct me if I’m wrong—we spent every daytogether. Best friends. We had our first judo practice together. Spent our first night out together. First time drunk. First time in high school. First time in love—” He halted for the wanted drama effect, stomach fluttering when that cute blush on Davian’s cheeks flared. “And then, one day, boom. You threw me out.”

Davian looked away. “You know why,” he mumbled.

“Remind me.”

“Times have changed.”

Camren raised out of his chair and leaned forward, planting both hands on the table. “Don’t give me that fucking bullshit!”

Davian flinched but didn’t move. His blush had crept up to the tips of his ears. “You k-kissed me.”

“Oh, yessss.” Jaro spluttered at the words, making Camren’s grin spread even wider.Fuck yes, tell it to the whole world, baby.“That’s right.”

“And I didn’t like it.” Davian tilted his head back and his slick, blonde hair cascaded over those hot ears and framed parts of his temple and cheeks. He licked his lips and flared his nostrils. Something flashed in those blue eyes. Something that made Camren lean further, closing their distance, dipping his gaze when Davian swallowed to catch the way his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Beautiful.

“No, you’re right, you didn’t like it. You fucking loved it.Cravedit.”

“Davian?” The glass door to the library opened, bringing a fresh wave of ice-cold air. A girl walked inside, halting when she took in the situation. “Oh.” Her eyes darted to Camren’s black heart.

Camren kept his eyes on Davian. “I presume you are Galya?”

“Uhm, yes?”

“Why don’t you invite her in, Jaro.” It wasn’t a question.

“Come and sit with us,” Jaro rasped. “We’re playing a game.”

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