Page 47 of Kiss the Villain

“I’m not your professor if you don’t attend class.”

He chuckles. “I suppose that’s true. To what do I owe the call?”

“You owe me your life after that night, but I digress.”

“I repay my saviors pretty well, but you kind of left me on a cliffhanger by not giving me the identity of the motherfucker who roofied my drink. Is this a call to rectify that oversight?”

“I clearly said that won’t be happening.” Previously, I would’ve loved to see Yulian maim Carson into tiny pieces.

And Yulian would’ve. Killed Carson, I mean. No matter how many wars that would provoke. Hell, he’d do it just to start those wars.

But that was before I touched the little monster and saw a part of him I want to toy with further.

There’s no place for Yulian in my games. At least, not this particular game concerning Carson.

Yulian trusts me and gave me access to the mansion, not because I’m his professor, but due to certain beneficial relationships I formed with his father back in the States.

His dad tells me to keep an eye on him, but I’m not his guardian, and Yulian is a lost cause who will eventually get himself killed.

It’s just a matter of when, not if.

“Just checking.” Yulian whistles as some rustling comes from his side. “If that is all, I have an important event to dress for.”

“Event?” I play dumb.

“I’m paying our neighbors a little visit.” I can hear the manic smile in his voice. “In disguise, naturally.”

“Is this by any chance the Heathens’ initiation?”

“Uh-huh. I want to see what the fuss is all about and confirm something about that night.”

I stand taller. “I told you it’s not one of them.”

“I know, but someone was in my room after you left, and something tells me it’s one of our Heathen friends. I’m getting all excited thinking about it.”

If whoever that person was arrived after I left, then it’s not Carson. In that case, Yulian can do whatever the fuck he wants.

“Were you sent an invitation?” I ask.

“How did you know?”

“A hunch.” I smile to myself. Carson still didn’t completely let go after all.

He seems to be under this misconception that I want to fuck Yulian—disturbing, to say the least—and he’s often displayed a desire to hurt me through that.

Inviting Yulian to the initiation, to his domain, is a clear indication that he still hasn’t given up. His destructive brain wouldn’t allow him to.

Though I should be there to witness it. Otherwise, the plan won’t work.

So how come he didn’t send me an invitation?

Hmm.

“Yulian.”

“Hmm?”

“Forward me the invitation text.”

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