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So if I have to do the dirty work to make sure no one hurts her, I will.

At least Liam hadn’t crossed the line with Violet yet. It’s the only reason I let him live as long as I did. He fucked around behind her back and saved her like his virginal prize while sticking his dick in anything with an open mouth or legs.

We had an understanding.

Until we didn’t.

“Besides…” I shrug. “They ended things.”

Technically,Iended them. But who cares.

“And the year’s up,” I remind him.

I watched. I waited. Now it’s my time.

“Guess you’re right.” Declan’s half-distracted by something on his phone as he types out a text.

He’s only ever half-present lately. Ever since he became president of Sigma House, he’s occupied more often than he’s not. He used to party harder than all of us, and now he’s too busy being miserable.

“You still haven’t heard from him, have you?” Declan asks.

“Nah.”

“Fucking strange.” Declan tucks his phone into his pocket and leans back, assessing the room. “It’s not like Liam to disappear like this.”

“You’re forgetting our freshman year.”

Liam went on spring break and forgot to come back for an entire month. Drugs and pussy were always his kryptonite, and he fell into the land of abundance.

“Shit.” Declan wipes his palm over his face and starts laughing. “You’re right. I totally forgot about that. Those chicks were down for anything. I should have stayed with him.”

“Like you’d bang the same chick twice,” I remind him. “Especially ones into vanilla shit like they were.”

His tastes are arguably even darker than mine.

“Fair point.” Declan grins, too distracted by the reminder of topless beaches in Cancun to worry about Liam.

If only everyone’s attention was as easy to divert as Declan’s.

Sooner or later, people will start asking questions about where Liam is. They’ll realize something is wrong and that he’s not coming back. I swiped his phone to send a few strategic texts and throw them off the trail, but every ruse has a time limit.

They’ll start looking for Liam eventually, even if they never find him.

After all, my stepdad taught me how to hide a body.

I tip my head back and close my eyes, comforted by thoughts of Liam’s corpse.

My mind drifts from him to Nixon, and it’s almost enough to rock me to sleep when I’m fucking tired. After getting Violet out of Sigma House last night, I spent the rest of the evening disposing of his body and cleaning blood off the tile.

My kitten is exhausting.

Wild.

She needs to be tamed so she’ll stop getting herself into trouble—but fuck, I’m enjoying her. And I don’t enjoy anything.

She had my attention from the moment I first looked into her sapphire eyes. She blinked at me like she wasn’t staring straight into the soul of a devil. Her mouth parted on an exhale, and she had me.

So I watched. I waited.

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