Kylian/Karma's P.O.V.
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"Next time... listen to Coco," I pushed out through clenched teeth, shoving Pistol backwards.
Then I turned to Blythe. She crossed her arms, glaring right back at me. I was still fuming, pi.ssed that she let some other guy touch her. I don't care that she's drunk, or that it's dark. I don't care how reasonable it all is. I need a reason to punish her.
"Get your a.ss to our room," I ordered, pointing in the direction. "Now."
"No," she replied, sticking her nose in the air like a spoiled brat.
Perfect. Fu.cking perfect. Exactly what I wanted. My girl is so easy to read. It makes me so fu.cking excited knowing that I know just how to push her buttons. I can read her like an open book. It felt so fu.cking good kno
