“Blair.”
“Oh.” I took a sip of bourbon. “The girl we dumped in the woods.”
“What?” Daphne screeched.
Seraphina punched my shoulder with the strength of a kitten, glaring at me.
“Relax,” I said, calm in the way of a man who’d already ordered the hit. “We left her close enough to the main building. She’ll find her way back.” I took another drink. “Probably.”
“Stop choosing her roommates,” Seraphina complained. “Or I’ll tell Dad to shoot you for my birthday.”
I knew she’d be mad about Blair. Seraphina still blamed me for Daphne’semotional traumaover Clarissa. I cared about Daphne’s emotional trauma as much as I cared about Jett’s last breath.
“You’re ruining my social life,” Seraphina dragged on. “No one wants to be friends with the girl whose brother is a psycho.”
Gemma, Adelina, and Daphne all nodded, as if they all weren’t cut from the same corrupt cloth.
“You don’t need friends,” I told her. “They’re overrated.”
Adelina and Daphne both rolled their eyes.
Seraphina nudged me again. “You should seriously seek therapy.”
“I did.” I drained the rest of the glass. “Remember?”
“With a therapist you won’tfuck.”
“Boring,” I groaned. “She fixed my issues the easy way.”
Why bother with meds when you could come on your therapist instead?
I’d eventually lost interest in her, though.
She cried, which made me want to throw her out the window. That wasn’t the worst part. She claimed to have fallen in love with me, which made me want to jump off a bridge. In revenge for sharing that disgusting emotion, I sent her husband a video of me fucking her from behind.
Last I’d heard, they’d revoked her license and committed her after she ran her car into a concrete wall.
I tapped Seraphina’s arm. “Enough about me. Who among you troublemakers has black ribbon?”
“For what?” Seraphina asked with suspicion.
“I’m making care packages for the less fortunate,” I replied with a fake, sarcastic grin. “I’d like to tie them with a bow to make them pretty.”
“Swear to God, you’re going to hell,” Seraphina muttered.
I grinned wider, flashing my teeth. “Good. I look forward to ruling it with an iron fist.” I pushed myself off the cushion. “I’ll swing by your dorm later for the ribbons.”
Just thinking about entering Seraphina’s dorm room made me frown. Her dorm looked like Tinker Bell had vomited inside it with pink pillows, glitter, and fairy lights everywhere. She deserved to be disowned from the family just for that.
Blair would pay for me having to enter such a travesty.
“Because you have bad intentions for the ribbon, no,” Seraphina argued like I cared.
“You know the wordnodoesn’t exist in my vocabulary,” I replied. “If there aren’t at least fifteen ribbon options laid out for me, you’re banned from the Devil’s Lair. I’ll also inform our parents that Adelina pierced your belly button with what I would assume was an unsterile needle. Fingers crossed you don’t get hepatitis.”
Seraphina shoved my shoulder. “Blackmail. How unoriginal.”
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head anyway. “Love you too, little sister.”
