“This is Kyrin. He’s damaged. You’ll get used to him.” Eli keeps his eyes on mine. “My type.” Just as my hands are on the door handle, Perse stops me. “Ky, stay off Lilith. Go fuck Kenan. He’s been thirsty for your dick since he got here.” I turn over my shoulder. “He ain’t my type.” “What, a guy?” Eli asks, and I know what he’s doing. I picked up his tone the second I walked up in here.
