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He has pictures with what appear to be world-renowned artists, professors, mentors, business people, and half of the British aristocracy.
It’s like he has a hundred hours in a day.
The devil works fast, but Landon King works faster.
I scroll to the top of his profile and read the caption.
Landon King. The Prince Charming your nana told you fairy tales about.
More like the monster.
I wonder if he’s always been in control of the image he projects onto the world and what gave him the incentive to invent this image.
If he was born this way, like my cousin was, then there must be some form of a process that led him to where he is.
Not that I’m interested in his story. I am not.
I’m about to click the link to his website, but I accidentally follow him back.
Shit.
Jumping up into a sitting position, I unfollow him, hoping he doesn’t notice. Then again, an account like his must receive thousands of notifications, so he probably won’t pay attention.
With a sigh, I fall back against the bed and exit Instagram altogether. My phone lights up with a text and my breath catches.
Devil Lord:Playing hard to get?
What the hell is he doing up this late? But monsters don’t really sleep. What’s worse is that he actually noticed.
My cheeks heat and I curse internally. There goes my attempt to escape this shameful situation.
My phone lights up again.
Devil Lord:You make a cute stalker.
I lose my grip on the phone and it falls on my face. Pain throbs in my forehead and nose and I groan.
I can’t believe I’m being chastised by none other than Landon.
When I look at my phone again, there’s already another text from him.
Devil Lord:Stalker is a better and more decadent description than a coward.
Mia:Who are you calling a coward?
Devil Lord:Why, hello there. Here I thought my texts were for some reason being written with invisible ink.
Devil Lord:But I digress. Good to know you’re still awake. I planned a little something.
Mia:I’m not going anywhere with you.
Devil Lord:There’s no need.
I narrow my eyes. He’s surprisingly not threatening me with my sister or offering ultimatums, and while that should be good news, it actually isn’t.
From my unfortunate interactions with him, I’ve come to the conclusion that he’s the type who’ll go the extra mile to make sure he gets what he wants, come hell or high water.
So the fact that he gave up so easily is suspicious at best.
