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Fuck. Think, Lana, think.
“Ticktock, Lana,” Nathan says, tapping his watch in front of me before sitting in a thick leather chair next to the dude with the scar. “You want to punish us? Tell us who kissed you, then, and maybe we’ll let you.” He leans forward with his elbow on his knee. “But if you guess wrong … you’ll be the one punished.”
A terrifyingly wicked smile forms on his lips.
Fuck.
I glance at the scarred guy and then Milo, who seem to be exchanging looks.
Are these actually the three guys who have been getting in the way of my kills?
I swallow away the lump in my throat. If I ask now, they might kill me on the spot. Maybe they don’t know that I know. Yet.
Are they all in on this scheme?
None of them will tell me the truth, even if I force them.
There’s only one way I’ll find out who entered my room and toyed with me.
“Fine, then. Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.”
NATHAN
Lana fucking Rivera, sister of that fucked-up asshole Felix, is in the fucking building. A beauty who prances around these school grounds with her seductive looks, red lipstick killer smile, sharp catlike eyeliner, and black hair swaying back and forth like she owns the fucking campus.
And the first thing she demands while under our roof is that we kiss her?
This has to be an elaborate prank … or a suicide mission.
“Kissyou?” I repeat.
I turn to look at Kai and Milo, but neither seems even mildly amused. Or surprised. Neither does she.
Interesting indeed.
“I’ll recognize the lips,” she says.
Milo snorts. “This couldn’t get any juicier.”
“Shut up,” I bark at him.
What is she trying to do here?
“Are you afraid?” she muses, tilting her head.
My eyes narrow, and my muscles tense. She definitely hit the spot when she said those words.
Fuck me.
Afraid? Me?
It’ll take more than a violent little bitch to shake fear into my soul.
“Fine,” I say, leaning back. “Milo.” I beckon him. “You first.”
She frowns as Milo jumps off the table and struts toward her with a confident smile and a giant hard-on in his pants. And fuck me, it makes me want to slap him, but that would probably only make him harder.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, grabbing her face and smashing his lips on hers.
