“You’re a vile human being,” I tell him coldly, “and I could rip you apart right now, but I actually pity you.” “Why is that?” He narrows his eyes and shuts the pantry door. “Because you just insulted the only girl you should have never picked on. Once you’re on Loren Hale’s shit list, you generally don’t ever get off.” “The guy with the sharp cheekbones, right?” Scott muses, as if he doesn’t know the twenty-two-year-old guy all over the news, who he’s met and lives with. “He doesn’t look that threatening.” “He’s going to make your life hell,” I say with a smile, “for six long months.”
SLAY
