“I’m in charge of your security, Angel. Who would know if not me?”
“When did this happen?”
“The night before last.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me until now?”
“I was investigating the matter. I couldn’t come and bother you over a small robbery attempt.”
Since when has he become so considerate? I narrow my eyes. “Is this some kind of play staged by you?”
He raises a brow. “Why would I do something like that?”
He looks honest. Serious. But I would trust Satan before I trust him, if they aren’t the same entity already.
“No one has any reason to target me. My father’s enemies are long dead. My uncle’s and my brother’s enemies don’t even know me. I don’t have enemies of my own, at least none serious enough to send someone to kill me. Give me one reason to believe all this.”
“You don’t have enemies,” he says calmly, “but you do have a friend.”
He looks at me then. A dark glint passes through his eyes, and I know exactly which friend he’s talking about.
My brows pull together. “Dex would never do something like this.”
He smirks, but there’s no amusement in it. If anything, that slight curve of his lips looks like a grim reaper’s expression rightbefore he takes a soul. I’ve never seen one, but after watching Matleon, I can imagine exactly how every such entity must look when they decide someone’s time is up.
“You trust him more than me.”
“It’s not about who I trust more. Even if my father had been at your place, I would have said the same thing. Because I know Dex is not the type of person who kills people like you guys, and he has no reason to kill me. If he had plans to kill, he would never have arranged to leave the testing of his medicines on me.”
I hate that I have to explain all this to this evil psychopath.
“When did I say it’s him who is behind this?”
I look at him, dumbfounded. He continues, “It’s his stepbrother. And why he wants you dead, I’ll need to ask yourfriend.” He puts a subtle emphasis on friend.
“I will ask him. You don’t need to waste your time over this trivial matter.”
“It’s not a trivial matter, Angel. Someone attacking you can never be a trivial matter,” he says, his tone serious this time, devoid of any trace of humor.
I open my mouth to protest his use of the nickname. He always drives me crazy with it. Until now, I’ve never had the chance to ask him to stop using nicknames, like we’re close when in reality, we’re worse than strangers. But before I can speak, the car stops.
I glance outside and realize we’ve already arrived at the university.
It’s still early, well before classes start. The car has pulled up in front of the hostel where I used to stay. We step out. I don’t even need to ask him, I know we’re here to meet Dex.
“How do you know he’s here?”
He puts on his sunglasses and smirks. That’s the only answer I get. I roll my eyes and walk in with him.
He stops in front of Dex’s room and knocks. A mix of wonder and anger stirs inside me at his professional-level stalking abilities. He doesn’t just keep an eye on me, he watches my friend too. And I’m sure that if I had more friends, every single one of them would be under his visual radar as well.
Dex opens the door and looks from Matleon to me.
Matleon extends his hand. “Hi, I’m Matleon, Iselyn’s boyfriend.”
I stare at him with furrowed brows and my mouth half open. Since when did he become my boyfriend? Whatever. Let him enjoy his moment. I’ll explain it to Dex later.
Dex shakes his hand. “Hello. I’m Dexter Walker.”
