Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 53: Suspicious

Chapter 53: Suspicious

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Favorite by Isabel LaRosa)

The second the loud noise rang through the museum, my body moved on instinct.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate.

I just ran.

Straight to her.

I barely registered the shouting, the teachers trying to keep everyone in one group and get us to calm down calm, the security guards rushing toward the source of the noise. It was probably nothing—some idiot knocking over a display or a dropped tray from the café.

But for some reason we all collectively thought it was a mass shooting.

But my body didn’t care about logic.

It only cared about her... My instinct was telling me to run and protect her...

I’m going to question this urge because I already know I don’t have answers... Or more like I didn’t want those answers.

Kathrine stood frozen, eyes scanning the room, her body tense like she was bracing for something.

I reached her before I could stop myself.

Before I could ask myself why.

Before I could remind myself that I was supposed to hate her.

"Are you okay?" My voice came out harsher than I intended, breathless from the rush.

Kathrine’s head snapped toward me, her lips parting in surprise.

For a second, she just stared down into my eyes. Her big blue eyes were wide...Staring at me in shock.

Because what the hell am I even doing here?

And then—

Her entire expression shut down.

A slow smirk curved her lips as she lifted her right hand to grasp my chin "What, worried about me, princess?"

I clenched my fists and pushed her hand away. "Don’t call me that."

She tilted her head, looking me up and down with infuriating ease. "You ran to me."

"I was just—" I cut myself off, realizing I had nothing. No good excuse. No way to explain the way my body had betrayed me, the way my instincts had dragged me to her instead of my boyfriend or even one of my friends.

Kathrine stepped closer, just enough that I could smell the faint vanilla of her perfume.

Just enough that I could see the prints of her nipples under her thin crop top.

"You should get back to your friends and to your boyfriend. Wouldn’t want them to think you care about the lesbian of the school."

I swallowed, throat dry. "I don’t."

She hummed, unconvinced. She smirking, enjoying the mess she made inside me. While I’m fighting because I cannot recognize myself, she isjust smiling and enjoying the way I am slowly breaking down. "Then why are you still here?"

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came, I just stared at her as she stared back at me.

"Glyndon!"

Alex’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, interrupting our eye contact... Why am I pissed at him? Why am I so agitated to hear his voice?

I jerked back, snapping my gaze to him.

He was stalking toward us, looking between me and Kathrine like he’d just walked in on something he wasn’t supposed to see.

My stomach twisted, all the fears and anxiety attacked my brain at once.

What if he thinks I’m gay?

What if my parents think I’m gay?

What if they tell the priest and nuns at the Chuch?

What if God hated me?

What if God sent to hell?

What am I going to do?

I’m not gay, this is just a misunderstanding.

Kathrine’s smirk deepened.

Alex’s eyes locked onto mine, something dark flickering behind them.

I had no idea what he was going to say.

But I knew—

Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good.

Alex’s steps were slow, deliberate. His eyes never left mine, but I could feel the way he kept Kathrine in his peripheral vision like he was piecing something together.

Something he wasn’t supposed to.

I willed myself to move, to step back, to do anything that didn’t make it look like I’d just been caught.

But I couldn’t.

Kathrine was still watching me.

Still standing too close.

Still smirking like she knew something I didn’t.

Like she owned this moment.

"Didn’t know you two were friends," Alex said, voice deceptively casual.

I forced out a laugh, sharp and unnatural. "We’re not."

Kathrine made a sound, low in her throat. Amused. "That’s one way to put it."

Alex’s jaw tensed. "What does that mean?"

I turned to him quickly, reaching for his hand. "It’s nothing. She was just—"

"Helping?" Kathrine cut in smoothly.

I whipped my head toward her, eyes burning with warning.

She held my gaze, unfazed.

"Isn’t that what friends do, Glyndon? They help each other." she murmured, and my heart stopped when she smirked and secretly rolled her middle and ring fingers exactly like she rolled them inside me.

Alex’s grip on my hand tightened.

I felt my pulse hammer in my throat.

"Let’s go," I said quickly, tugging at him.

Alex didn’t move right away.

His gaze flickered between us again, something unreadable in his expression, before he finally let me pull him away.

But I could feel it—

The weight of his suspicion.

The way his hand clenched around mine.

The way he knew.

I didn’t look back.

I couldn’t.

But I felt Kathrine’s eyes on me the entire way.

——-

Later that night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the day replaying over and over in my head.

Alex had been quiet.

Too quiet.

And Kathrine—

She was under my skin.

Like always.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shake the memory of her voice, the way she looked at me like she could see straight through me.

I was fine.

I was fine.

The door creaked.

I froze.

My breath caught.

Slowly, I turned my head—

And there she was.

Kathrine stood in the doorway, eyes locked onto mine.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

I sat up, pulse hammering.

She didn’t say a word.

Just took one slow step forward.

Then another.

And another.

Until she was standing at the edge of my bed.

Close enough to touch.

Close enough to ruin me.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

And then—

She leaned down, her voice a whisper against the dark.

"You ran to me."

The air in the room felt thick—too hot, too charged, too suffocating.

I should have said something.

I should have pushed her away, told her to leave, and told her she had no right to be here.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Kathrine stayed exactly where she was, hovering over me, her dark eyes flickering with something I couldn’t name—something dangerous.

I swallowed hard. "Get out."

She smirked. "You don’t want that."

I clenched my fists in the sheets. "You don’t know what I want."

Kathrine hummed, low and knowing. " I do."

She reached out, slowly—deliberately—her fingers grazing my jaw.

I shuddered.

It was the softest touch, barely there, but it sent heat curling through my stomach, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.

She noticed.

Of course, she did.

Her smirk deepened, her thumb stroking over my bottom lip—light, teasing, a test.

"You didn’t answer me," she murmured.

I forced myself to meet her gaze. "About what?"

Kathrine tilted her head, eyes flickering between my lips and my eyes.

"You ran to me," she said again, her voice quieter this time like she was savoring the words. "Why?"

My breath hitched.

I hated her.

Hated the way she was so sure of herself.

Hated the way she could see me when no one else could.

Hated the way I wanted her anyway.

"I didn’t—"

She pressed a little closer, her knee resting on the bed, her face just inches from mine.

"Liar," she whispered.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

This was dangerous.

This was stupid.

This was—

Kathrine leaned in, her breath warm against my lips.

And I let her.

For one agonizing second, she just hovered there, close enough to feel but not enough to have.

Teasing.

Waiting.

Giving me the chance to stop this.

To push her away.

To choose.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

And then—

The doorknob turned.

I jerked back, my breath catching, my stomach flipping as reality crashed over me.

Kathrine just smirked.

Completely unfazed.

Like she knew this wasn’t over.

Like she knew I wouldn’t stop it next time.

The door opened.

And Alex stepped inside.

Alex’s eyes flickered between us, narrowing slightly as he took in the scene.

I, sitting on the bed, breathless, my fingers gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me grounded.

Kathrine, standing too close, looking too calm, too smug.

The air in the room was thick, charged with something Alex didn’t quite understand—but I could tell he felt it.

He sensed it.

"Kathrine," he greeted, his voice carefully neutral.

She smirked. "Alex."

Her tone was casual, like she hadn’t just been seconds away from ruining me.

Like she hadn’t just been winning.

Alex’s eyes flicked back to me. "Everything okay?"

No.

Nothing was okay.

But I forced a small smile anyway. "Yeah."

Alex hesitated, his gaze bouncing between us again before he finally nodded, stepping further into the room.

Kathrine didn’t move.

She just watched me, her expression unreadable, her dark eyes sharp—waiting.

Testing.

Daring.

I swallowed hard.

"Are you leaving?" I asked, my voice quieter than I meant for it to be.

Kathrine tilted her head slightly like she was considering it.

Then, finally, she smirked again.

"For now."

She stepped back, her movements slow, deliberate, as if she wanted me to feel the absence of her warmth.

And I did.

God, I did.

She reached the door, pausing just as she passed Alex, her voice dropping low enough that only I could hear—

"See you later, princess."

And then she was gone.

Leaving me alone with my boyfriend.

And the worst part?

I was already waiting for the next time she’d come back.

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