FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
without saying goodbye.
"Oh, don't look so surprised, Little Bird," Marloise cooed, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat on my temple again. It was a lizard-like, predatory gesture. "He was always a businessman first. He knew I was alive. He knew I was waiting in the shadows of Westridge. We made a pact: I get my revenge, and he gets to watch the Mercer empire crumble from the inside out because Kai will be too busy mourning you to fight him."
She held up a thick, wide-bore needle. The sun catching the bevel made it look like a silver fang, adding to my already spiked terror. I prayed, Kai, or my mother standing just outside would sense something and call for help.