Max Dread
H ad I known what I was doing when I kissed her?
No.
Did I regret it?
Also, no.
But was I about to let that fucking girl walk in here and change everything? Make me question things? Alter plans I’d already set in motion?
I’d waited too long to destroy Kingston D’Arthur, ruin Landon Scott, and make my father pay.
She was a pawn. A means to an end. A tool I’d sharpen and use against them.
That kiss would get under her skin and get in his head. Even if he acted like he wasn’t worried. Even if she acted like she felt nothing but regret.
It was a strategic move in the long game I had to play, and the only reason watching her walk away with him pissed me off.
That was it.
It had to be.
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