Page 55 of Tangled in His Game

Chapter 26

FINDING VICTOR IS EASY. As he’s on his way back from practice, I wait until his friends scatter and then I approach him.

“Hey,” I say as he looks me up and down.

His face is serious, his eyes unreadable.

“I just wanted to thank you for saving my life, even if you’re the one who put it in danger in the first place.” I stare deep into his eyes, looking for any clues.

“You’re still here.” His voice is like icicles. “Maybe I should’ve left you to burn.”

The corners of his lips tilt up, and I narrow my eyes at him. What the fuck is wrong with him now?

“Seriously?” I put my hands on my hips. “Is that what you’re going to say to me?”

He just glances to our right and then focuses his gaze on me. Is someone watching us? I look around too, but I can’t see anyone.

“So you’re the one who started the fire?” I ask. “Why did you do that? To get revenge on me or what?”

He takes a step forward, so our faces end up only inches apart. My breath hitches in my throat as his gaze lowers to my lips.

“No. I had nothing to do with that.” His eyes find mine.

I don’t think he’s lying, or maybe that’s my wishful thinking. He’s still acting weird, and I don’t know why.

“Do you really expect me to believe that? You had the keys to the library, and you locked me in there and left me. You’re the only one with a motive.”

He laughs. “Are you playing cop now? Come on, Emi. They already asked me all those questions and verified my alibi. Just because you want it to be me doesn’t make it true.”

“Then who was it? One of your friends?”

“How the fuck should I know? Anyone could’ve gotten those keys. No one here likes you.”

“But you’re the only one willing to make a move against me, and I know you had help. Someone played those disgusting images for you in class during my presentation, and they must’ve helped you with the fire too.”

“You have no proof of any of that.” He gives me a smile. “Why don’t you think about who else you might’ve pissed off?”

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