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“Yes. I’ll help you in gathering whatever we have on the night prior to his death.”

“Thank you. I’ll be forever grateful.”

“Your gratitude has no value to me. In return, you’ll be my weapon against Killer.”

“I wouldn’t call myself a weapon…”

“Believe me.” A slight smirk curves his lips. “You are.”

That’s totally not true, but I let it go when I notice the men—probably guards—slowly retreating to the shadows.

“How well did you know your friend?” Gareth asks out of nowhere.

“I knew him better than anyone.”

“Did he ever mention us?”

“No…not really.” Just in passing conversation and gossip like everyone on campus would glorify, glamorize, worship at the feet of The King’s U’s exclusive clubs.

“Then I doubt you knew him at all,” Gareth says.

“Can you stop speaking in riddles?”

“Let’s just say Devlin was a lot more than you think. I knew him personally and I don’t know many people personally.”

“That’s impossible. He was shy and introverted.”

“That’s not true. But he was a fucking genius, I’ll give him that.” Gareth stares to the side, then smiles. “Now, for your end of the bargain.”

He slides into my space before I can blink. His fingers lift my chin and my eyes widen as he lowers his head.

The moment his lips touch mine, he’s wrenched off me in a flash.

I stare in complete disbelief as Killian sends his brother flying against the wall.

21

GLYNDON

The scene unfolds in slow motion.

One moment, Gareth is standing in front of me, and the next, he’s being thrown against the wall with Killian in tow.

Raw power simmers from him like a deadly volcano. The type that’s been dormant for centuries and decided to erupt in a fraction of a second.

I’ve seen Killian as a soulless devil, a ruthless monster, and an erotic god, but this is the first time I’ve seen him this angry.

And the most terrifying part is that his expression remains nonchalant, blank even. Despite the solid exterior, one thing gives away the state of his rage—his dead eyes.

They’re not blue anymore, but more black, almost the same color as his narrow pupils. Mum once told me that some people give a ‘back off’ look and it should never be ignored.

This is worse than back off. This is nothing short of a declaration of war and a thirst to spill blood.

The raw power shakes me to my bones even though it’s not directed at me.

Gareth, however, smiles, and it’s the widest I’ve seen on his usually composed face. “What do we have here? The mighty Killer getting all emotional? We should FaceTime Dad to give him the news.”

“Listen here, you motherfucker.” Killian’s clipped voice makes my stomach drop. “I have zero fucks to give about all your golden-boy actions, but touch what’s mine and I’ll make sure you pay the price tenfold. You know that, I know that, and your remaining functioning neurons will know that, too, before I knock them the fuck out. I’m well aware of what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work, so how about you tuck your tail where it belongs, hmm?”

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