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Or… should I?Because his dress shirt is sitting right on the top. I’m sure he wouldn’t even notice it missing. He probably has a ton.

“Fuck it.” I snatch it up real quick and then slip out of the room.

I manage to find Jasper and Wesley’s rooms, the ones they stay in while they’re here.

Unfortunately, their ceilings are a lot higher, so I placed one of the cameras on a bookshelf, up high, and the other is tucked into a photo frame on the wall.

I’m starting to think I might have a stealing problem because when I’m done, I’m rushing back to Callie’s room to shove not only Sylas’ shirt into my bag, but a pair of Jasper’s sunglasses and one of Wesley’s bracelets.

What? I needed something from all of them. It’s not like I stole their dirty boxers or anything. That would be crossing a line.

I’m leaving Callie’s room when I hear giggling. I look to the left, and my heart sinks. A girl is hanging off Wesley’s arm as he leads her down toward his room.

Fisting my hands at my sides, a wave of anger fills me as I watch.

They stop in front of his room. He opens the door, letting the girl go in first.

As if he can feel me watching him, he turns my way.

I try to keep my face void of all emotions, but he doesn’t. His lips curve into a slow, cruel smile, and then he’s stepping into his room, closing the door behind him.

Well, I did say I was hoping to find a girl to kill tonight, right?

Looks like I’ve found her.

That didn’t take long.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

NOLA

“I am soglad I threw this party.”

“Yeah,” I mumble, not paying attention, my eyes locked on the staircase.

It’s been thirty minutes since I came downstairs after seeing Wesley go into his room with that girl.

What the hell is taking so long? Is his dick broken or something? Why would it take thirty minutes to cum?

I bet that bitch is milking it as much as she can.

I mean the situation, but she’s probably milking his cock too.

Maybe I should be more considerate, seeing how this is literally going to be the last thing she ever gets to do. I guess the least I could do is allow her some orgasms.

As much as I’m looking forward to adding names to my murder roster, what I’m really looking forward to is hearing what people will say. I hope that the word spreads around that anyone who fucks Jasper, Wesley, or Sylas will wind up dead.

They would deserve it. Maybe the guys should keep their dicks in their pants and give me the chance to earn my spot at their side instead of taunting me with these girls.

“Nola?” Callie steps in front of me. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” I blink, shaking my head. “Sorry. What did you say?”

Her brows furrow. “I said, I’m glad I threw this party. Jonah has been talking to me for the last hour.” She grins wide. “He’s so hot and interesting. The way he listens to everything I say,” she sighs. “He’s perfect.”

“No one is perfect.”