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“It’s not like that.” He sighed. “It’s a long story.”
I clasped my hands atop the cover. “I have all night.”
Benji meowed, looking around, jumped off the sofa, and hightailed it out of there. I couldn’t blame him. Things were about to get ugly.
“You don’t need to be a keeper to get your sister back. I’ve thought about it, and?—”
“No.” I was seething. “Don’t you dare go there. I trusted you telling you that, and you promised you wouldn’t put your name in at the call.”
“I didn’t promise anything.” He crossed his arms over his barrel chest. “I said, ‘Okay, doll. Let’s get you to bed.’ I knew I couldn’t promise you anything, so I didn’t. You said you felt sick.”
Apology swam in his eyes, but I didn’t care. My blood boiled just from looking at him. “You’re a liar.”
He winced, only for a flash of a second. “I’m sorry it had to be this way.”
I shook my head. “No you’re not. Stay out of my way, and don’t talk to me.”
“It’s going to be hard, since Maddox wants us to train together for this.”
“He must be mad.” I pushed the book next to me and stood. “I won’t train with you. Why would I? So you can see my weaknesses?”
His blue eyes glittered with amusement. “It’s not a competition where we fight against each other, doll. It’s a test.”
“Don’t call me doll!” I balled my fists at my side. “You won’t win this. You don’t have a clue what you’re doing. You can’t even speak Lor.”
“Look, I know you’re upset, but?—”
“Get out of here.” My jaw clenched. “I felt something off about you since day one. You’re bad news. I could sense darkness in your eyes. I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever met. I bet it’s you killing those people.” I didn’t mean to say it. Or did I? I was so angry. I didn’t actually think he was, but then he’d insisted on going into the woods, and the murders did begin not long before he arrived… or around that time.
The corner of his eye twitched. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I closed the distance between us, my eyes narrow with rage as I glared into his. “I see right through you. I don’t know what your plan is here, but I see you.” I didn’t know why I was saying what I was. It was a horrible accusation, but I was so angry, my brain was no longer connected to my mouth.
“Elisivanes, himniulo, efgeloi, Lor. Meso via jafiloir, ao.”
My heart skipped a beat as he spoke in perfect Lor: I can speak Lor. Good luck trying to win. He’d even used the right syntax. Shock rooted me to the spot. Adrenaline coursed through my body. I clenched my fists so tight, my nails dug into my palms. “Who are you? No one comes from Salvius and is that good this fast. No one. Not even witch-born witches.” I took a step back. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re not who you say you are. You’re the murderer.”
His intrusive gaze latched onto mine. “I’m not a murderer.”
“Why not? We’ve already established you’re a liar.”
Warning laced his features. “Careful.”
As much as I wanted to scream at him, I didn’t. Something in his expression told me not to push it. “I need to go to bed anyway.”
“I think it’s best.” He stepped aside from the doorway to let me pass.
I edged toward him, then quickly passed him, uneasiness consuming me. I felt him watching me as I ran down the long hallway toward the staircase up to the bedrooms.
Chapter Twelve
The next day after training, I pulled Maddox aside. “I need to talk to you about…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Viktor.”
“What about him?” He took a bite from his toast, then brushed the crumbs from the front of his blazer.
“There’s something off about him,” I whispered. “Last night, he spoke to me in Lor.”
“Good. I’ve been teaching him. I’m glad he’s practicing.”
