“What do you think of all of this professor drama?” she asks as she takes a seat next to me, her skirt rising, showing off her long legs and expensive boots.
“Wondering if I’m going to get an A in his class now,” I reply back, and the woman grins at me. She holds out her hand.
“Kas,” she says with a smirk on her lips. When our hands touch, I tilt my head, wondering if I’ve ever met her before. But surely I would remember anyone who looked like this woman. She looks like a runway model, who just strolled into campus. Surely, if she went to school here, I would have noticed her before.
“Lilith.” She hums in approval as she crosses her legs and taps her thigh. “You know, I saw the detectives there this morning.”
My interest was already piqued, and I can’t stop myself as I look at her and raise an eyebrow. “And?”
“Strangest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Man looked like a dried-up ball sack.” She clicks her tongue. “My money’s on the wife. She didn’t even shed a tear—well, not arealtear—not while I was there.”
“How can you tell?” I ask.
“She was crying with no tears, she didn’t give a fuck that the man was dead.”
“Makes sense,” I respond, my guilt from earlier ebbing away, glad that I could do Debra a solid by taking her husband out. Maybe she can find someone new and faithful to live in that big house they shared together.
“I’m sure he deserved it.”
“Hmm,” I say, acting like I’m reading through my notes for my political science class.
Kas takes out a lollipop and licks it in a ridiculously seductive way. I watch as multiple men on campus almost trip over themselves to watch her.
“Whoever did it, the work was inspired.” I stare over at the beautiful woman as she stands up, lollipop still in her mouth as she smirks. “See you around, Lilith.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Well, that was fucking weird. Kas walks away, people parting for her like she’s royalty as she makes her way through campus, and I tilt my head, wondering what the hell just happened. There’s no way she knows who I am or what I did. But to hear that my work is inspired… no,wewill not get a big ego over our first kill.
Great, now I’m talking about me and the dagger as if we’re two people sharing one body.
I grab my book bag and leave the fountain. As I walk to class, I spot my sister, her head downcast, and Tyler’s arm is on the wall boxing her in. I hide myself behind a corner as I listen.
“Come on, Diana, you wanted it.”
“No, Tyler, I didn’t. I told you no.”
“You know how it is, yes means no, no means yes. It can be very confusing.”
I hear my sister sniffle, and my hand clenches around the strap of my bag.
“No. It meant no, and you didn’t listen. It hurt Tyler, it didn’t feel good.”
“That’s because you’re so tight. It won’t hurt so bad next time.”
“There won’t be a next time. Stay away from me.”
She turns to walk away, but he grabs my sister’s arm, looks around, and yanks her back to him roughly. “Listen to me, you tell anyone what happened, and I’ll destroy you, Diana. It’s all recorded.” He holds up a small cassette and then puts it in his pocket. I can see the tears my sister is holding back.
“I won’t tell anyone. Please just leave me alone.”
He grabs her chin, and it reminds me so much of last night. It’s like my nerve endings have been rewired, making the only thing I can think about is how I’m going to kill Tyler, and if there is any way the dagger will enable me to make it as painful as possible.
Tyler steps away from my sister, grinning at her as he turns away. Every ounce of me wants to go to Diana right now, hold her tight and tell her everything will be alright. But she can’t know that I heard. Sometimes I feel like I’m Diana’s guardian angel, but maybe more of a reaper. Because after what I heard, I’m ready to collect the soul that dared to hurt the person who means the most to me.
Tyler lives at the Sigma Phi Epsilon house, which is extremely inconvenient, considering that it’s nestled in the heart of campus living. It’s not exactly the best place to carry out a murder. Things have certainly escalated for me this past week, but there’s a job to do, so I’m not really trying to ponder my moral compass at the moment.
I walked here, deciding that having my car would probably be a bad idea when it comes to carrying out a murder. The dagger is safely pressed against my hip as I wait. For what—I’m not even sure. But I know there’s no way I can walk into that frat house without getting caught.
