“And? People fuck. What’s the problem?”
“He also tried tofuckme. When I reported him to the dean, she didn’t believe me. So I had them call in my roommate, but my roommate lied. She claimed I was jealous that she was prettier than me.”
I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from telling her no one was prettier than her. But my Fawn couldn’t know how obsessed with her I was. That was for my knowledge only.
“After that, my roommate made my life hell in our dorm,” Blair went on, shutting her eyes as if in pain again. Or maybe it was regret. “I shouldn’t have said anything, but then I couldn’t help it. A few weeks later, my roommate and professor went to the dean and said I was trying to seduce him. They’d even written fake love letters and everything. They expelled me.”
Within the next few days, that professor would be dead. Possibly the roommate … or I’d figure out a way to ruin her life. While I usually only killed men, her treating Blair like that made me grind my teeth.
I’d thought I’d be more pissed off when I heard the story come from Blair’s mouth. From the beginning, I’d chosen her because word was, she was a snitch at her last university.
What I hadn’t known was that it was toward a predatory professor. Nico was inching himself higher up my shit list with every day that passed. He’d failed to providethatlittle piece of information.
“And the universities before that?” I asked.
“The first one was because I couldn’t sleep at night, so I’d fall asleep in class. I’d have nightmares and freak out. I’d also have panic attacks. That dean said I was too much of a disruption and expelled me.”
“And the one before that?”
She looked away. “I kinda, sorta told a professor to go fuck himself.” Her eyes dropped to her lap. “I also kneed him between the legs.”
I’d never had a bigger smirk on my face.
“Why’d you do that?” My voice hardened. “And look at me when you tell me. When we talk, you meet my eyes.”
I whistled, taking two fingers and pointing at my eyes, and doing the same when she glanced back at me.
“He tried to take my notebook and read it out loud to the class. He said I was paying too much attention to that rather than listening to his lecture.”
“YourI will atone for my sinssentences?” I asked.
She flinched when I repeated the words, then nodded.
That professor had done the same thing as I did that day in class. Though I never threatened to read them to our fellow students.
That blackmail was for me and me alone.
I’d be the only one using those words against her.
She went on, as if needing to speak about something else. “Thankfully, my stepfather?—”
“What was his name again?” I asked, still trying to trip her up.
“Bill.”
I frowned that I hadn’t.
“He told his assistant to pay the professor off so he wouldn’t press charges.”
“What was this professor’s name? What wereallthose professors' names?”
She narrowed her eyes, as if knowing I wasn’t asking to simplyknow. She’d seen me cause too much violence to think it was an innocent question.
“Blair,” I said in amusement, flicking the revolver handle on the table.
Her eyes fluttered as she rattled off the names of the next men on my death list.
Look at that. All it took was a gun to get her to spill her secrets.
