A Kissing Spell
He walked right in front of the sofa where Samil and I were sitting.
“Hello, brother dearest,” he chuckled wickedly.
“Get out,” Samil hissed giving him the most hateful kind of the glare I had ever seen.
“Oh, don't worry…” he smirked, “I'm not here for you, I came to see my lovely friend here, Kassandra,” he suddenly crouched down, grabbed my hand that Samil was previously holding and kissed it.
I froze.
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