Page 265 of A University of Betrayal

Oh yes,I was. I wasburningfor it.

Nash handed me one of the spray paint cans, which I identified as red.

“The first or the second design?”

“The second,” I said firmly, remembering my brother’s spidery drawings. “He’ll always remember that.”

“Don’t you think he’ll know it wasus?”

Since when was my brother so worried? Hadn’thebeen the one acting so impulsively lately?

“What do you want him to do? Call the police?”

NowIwas actually the impulsive one. I would probably look back in a few years and wonder what had gotten into me.Hell.That’s what I would tell myself.

Nash laughed in amusement and started spraying. I hadn’t seen him this frisky in a long time.

It felt like an art project for school, only with the teeny tiny difference that it was a surprise gift for someonevery special.

“It seems like he’s challenged you before,” Nash guessed correctly.

“That bastard pushes me to my limits every fucking day!”

“So, the mirrors too?” my brother asked eagerly.

“Everything, Nash,everything.”

A devilish grin settled on my lips as I continued with green.

Had I known how good revenge could feel, I would have started much sooner.

The urge to cough was getting stronger and Nash’s eyes were glowing yellow, but he was so obsessed with ruining Miles’ car that he probably didn’t care. Loud rock music would have been appropriate now, but we didn’t want to overdo it.

“If I had known that Ruisangor would annoy you, I would have done itmuchsooner.”

“I can handle him perfectly well. Let that be my worry.”

Nash scrutinized me before grabbing the black spray can and joining me at the engine hood.

“Quite a lot of effort for trying to annoy him, Emy.”

“If we’re doing it, then with style!”

Euphorically, I took the black from my brother’s hand and outlined my little work of art.

“I hope we don’t get our heads cut off for this.”

Nash sounded worried.

“The first one who cuts someone’s head off is me.”

I really had to sound like a possessed person.

“Shall we color Mikhail’s car while we’re at it?”

I widened my eyes and lowered the bottle. “Have you lost your mind?”

“He insulted you!” my brother hissed indignantly and leaned against the nearby tree where the bag was. I came over to him and grabbed the spray cans.

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