Page 53 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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I wither under Viktor’s cold glare.

“I missed the bus,” I lie, trying desperately to sound like I am telling the truth.

He comes closer, and I see the murder in his cold blue eyes.

But he doesn’t say anything. Just walks past me to the door.

“I can smell him on you,” he says, his tone low and dangerous.

I swallow hard and watch as he closes the door.

He knows.

He turns back to face me.

My knees go weak with fear.

Oh God, he’s going to kill me.