As I was being escorted away by the guards, I saw Lyle running towards Xavier.

His eyes were glowing red, and I could see his veins almost bursting from several meters away.

The thought of the person he'd been dreaming of but couldn't get being kissed by me first gave me the thrill of revenge.

Lyle, Lyle...

The letters representing his name are still tattooed on my ankle, a small dark blue "L," the most rebellious thing I've ever ...