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XO KARMA.

Another laugh escapes me.

Let the games begin.

12

LILY

I am an idiot.

Not only am I an idiot, but I’m a dead idiot.

Aster let me live, and what do I do?

Break into his house—again—and carve him like a jack-o’-lantern.

Not to mention I etched my calling card into his neck. Let’s hope this man’s a goddamn idiot like the rest of them and doesn’t put two and two together.

Why the hell did I do that?

The only single thing keeping me calm is remembering the look in his eyes right before I stabbed him.

Adoration. Desperation. Lust.

Here’s to hoping his desire to fuck me overpowers his desire to kill me.

Oh my god, what if he’s a necrophiliac?

Bile rises in my throat. I’m going to be sick.

I’ve possibly pissed off a cannibalistic, necrophiliac serial killer.

I’m going to be murdered and consumed.

My muscles burn as I sprint down the street away from his house. I didn’t drive since I came immediately after leaving Amara’s earlier. Zuri insisted we have a tea party, which turned into a movie night, not that I’m complaining. But that meant my threatening of Aster Blake had to wait.

I’m not even sure I was that convincing. He was laughing the entire time, and there’s a 99% chance that when I straddled his lap, he had a hard-on. He also had the audacity to ask to kiss me.

He asked to kiss me.

Why does that stick out so much?

Aster seems like the kind of guy to just take what he wants.

He takes lives like it’s nothing. I would assume if he wanted to kiss someone, he simply… would.

Although I suppose I shouldn’t be giving a man credit for doing the bare minimum of asking for consent.

But consent is so damn attractive.

Especially when the request is coming from a six-foot-five, dripping in sex bad boy.

Even running full speed, heat pulls between my thighs.

Damn it.

Murderer!