Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 69: Tangled in Her Web

Chapter 69: Tangled in Her Web

-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Haunted by Beyoncé)

I froze.

The door clicked shut behind me, and my stomach twisted into a knot, and cold sweat formed on my forehead.

I didn’t turn around immediately. I couldn’t. I could not do it even though, I really wanted to turn around and see who entered the room, knowing well, it would be Kathrine.

I just stood there, my fingers still hovering over that stupid little purple bike.

I knew who it was.

I felt her.

Her presence was like a sudden shift in the air—something unavoidable, something that seeped into my skin whether I wanted it to or not.

I inhaled sharply and forced myself to turn around slowly.

And there she was.

Kathrine Andrews.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, head tilted slightly to the side.

She is still wearing her school uniform just like

me...Her uniform, reminded of the fact that she was still wearing my clothes.

Why do I feel so satisfied with the thought? Her wearing my clothes in front of everyone, it felt like she carried my claim so that everyone knew she was mine.

No.

NO.

I can not think like this.

I can not like the idea of having her all to myself.

No.

She wasn’t smiling.

But her lips were curled at the edges, that sharp, knowing smirk tugging at them—like she was amused. Like she had already figured me out before I could even open my mouth.

I swallowed hard.

Her eyes flicked to the toy in my hand.

Then back to my face.

Then—

She spoke.

"You broke into my room just to stare at my toys?"

Her voice was light. Playful. But there was an edge to it. Something calculated.

I forced myself to scoff, setting the toy back down. "I didn’t break in. Your mom let me in."

Kathrine hummed, stepping forward. "And why would she do that?"

I lifted my chin. "Because I said I was here to see you."

"Oh?" She raised a brow, stopping a few feet away from me. "How sweet. And why did you lie to my mom?"

I clenched my jaw. "I didn’t."

She smirked. "Really?"

I exhaled through my nose, trying to keep my patience intact. "Just—don’t do that thing where you act like you know exactly what’s going on inside my head."

Kathrine didn’t move for a second.

Then she took another step closer.

Her voice dropped slightly. "Do I?"

My breath hitched.

I hated that.

That smug, self-assured confidence of hers. Like she knew something I didn’t.

Like she had all the answers and I was just fumbling in the dark.

And the worst part?

She wasn’t wrong.

I squared my shoulders, forcing myself to stay steady. "I came here to ask you something."

Kathrine arched a brow. "Go on, then."

I hesitated.

Then I took a breath and said, "What the hell did you do to Alex?"

For the first time since she walked in, her expression flickered.

Just for a second.

Just long enough for me to see it.

Then—

She grinned.

Slow. Sharp. Unbothered.

And so goddamn infuriating.

"What makes you think I did anything?" she asked, feigning innocence.

I glared.

"Don’t play dumb," I snapped. "He’s been weird all day. He’s doing everything you tell him to do. He won’t even look me in the eye properly. You’re the only thing that changed."

Kathrine sighed dramatically like she was already bored of the conversation.

"Maybe he just realized that listening to me is the smart thing to do," she mused.

I scowled. "Kathrine."

"What?"

My hands clenched into fists. "What did you do?"

She tilted her head. "Maybe he just owes me something."

I blinked. "Owes you?"

She shrugged. "Maybe."

Something cold slid down my spine.

All I want to know if she touched him like she did to me.

But she was—

Clever.

Manipulative, when she wanted to be.

And dangerous.

I licked my lips, my throat suddenly dry. "What do you mean, ’owes you’?"

Kathrine didn’t answer right away.

She just watched me.

Like she was waiting.

Like she wanted to see something.

I didn’t know what.

Then, finally, she said—

"I guess you’ll have to ask him."

I stared at her.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

She was taunting me.

Dangling answers just out of reach.

And I hated it.

I hated the way she got under my skin.

The way she made me feel like I was chasing something I would never quite catch.

I took a slow step forward. "Kathrine—"

She grinned.

Then she turned around.

Walked toward the bathroom.

Paused at the door.

And then—

She looked at me over her shoulder.

And smirked.

"If I come out and find you still here," she said casually, "I’ll fuck you."

Then—

She disappeared inside.

The door clicked shut.

And I was left standing there.

Breathless.

Heart hammering.

Legs weak.

Fuck.

-Kathrine Andrews:

I stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me with a soft click.

The air inside was cool, a contrast to the heat simmering under my skin.

I exhaled slowly, tilting my head back for a second, letting the tension drain from my shoulders.

She’ll be gone.

I was sure of it.

Glyndon was proud. Stubborn. The kind of person who would rather bite her tongue than let anyone think they had control over her.

She wouldn’t stay.

She couldn’t stay.

Not after what I said.

I smirked to myself and turned the shower on, letting the water run hot. Steam curled up instantly, fogging the mirror and wrapping around me like a second skin.

I undressed slowly, my movements deliberate.

Not because I was tired.

Not because I was stalling.

But because I wanted to give her enough time to leave.

Just in case.

Not that I was expecting her to stay.

But still.

By the time I stepped into the shower, the water was almost scalding, hitting my skin in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

I stood under the spray, my hands pressed against the cool tile, letting the heat soak into my muscles.

It had been a long day.

A strange day.

Not because of Alex—I already knew he would fold the second I pressed the right buttons.

But because of Glyndon.

Because of the way she had looked at me when I walked in.

Because of the way she had stayed.

Because of the way I wanted her to.

I closed my eyes, inhaling the faint scent of my shampoo as I ran my hands through my hair.

I didn’t like feeling uncertain.

I didn’t like not knowing what I wanted from her.

Or maybe I did.

Maybe I liked the chase.

Maybe I liked the way she challenged me, even when she was losing.

Even when she was already falling into the trap.

I let out a quiet laugh and rinsed the soap from my body before stepping out of the shower.

The steam was thick, clinging to the air, making everything feel heavier and warmer.

I grabbed my robe off the hook, wrapped it around myself, and ran a hand through my damp hair before tying the sash loosely at my waist.

And then—

I opened the door.

Stepped out.

And froze.

Because she was still there.

Sitting on my bed, legs crossed, arms folded, looking at me like she was trying to figure something out.

My smirk was instant.

"Well, well." My voice was smooth, amused. "Didn’t expect to see you still here."

Glyndon lifted her chin, her expression unreadable. "I didn’t expect to stay."

I hummed, stepping closer. "And yet?"

She didn’t move.

Didn’t shift away.

Didn’t even blink.

"I have questions," she said, voice steady.

I raised a brow. "Do you?"

"Yes."

I tilted my head. "And you thought you’d get answers by waiting in my room like some kind of desperate little—"

"Shut up."

I grinned.

Interesting.

Glyndon didn’t usually interrupt me.

At least, not like that.

Not in a way that sounded like she was fighting something inside herself.

Not in a way that made me want to push her further.

I leaned against the wall, my arms crossing over my chest. "And if I don’t?"

Glyndon’s jaw tightened.

Then she stood up.

Slow. Controlled.

And I watched—curious—because her shoulders were squared, her gaze locked onto mine like she was daring me to do something.

To say something.

To break first.

I smiled lazily. "Go on, then. Ask your questions."

Her eyes searched my face. "Why is Alex doing everything you tell him to?"

I lifted a brow. "Already asked and answered."

"That wasn’t an answer."

I shrugged. "It was enough of one."

She exhaled sharply. "Kathrine."

I took a step forward.

Then another.

Slow. Measured.

Until I was standing right in front of her.

Her breath hitched.

Her pulse—just barely visible at the base of her throat—jumped.

I lowered my voice. "You sure you want to know?"

Her brows furrowed, but her hands clenched into fists. "Yes."

I reached out.

Brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Felt the way she tensed under my touch.

The way she didn’t pull away.

My smirk deepened.

"Then stay."

Her breath caught.

I leaned in, just slightly.

Close enough that I could see the way her lips parted.

Close enough that I could feel her warmth through the space between us.

Then—

I stepped back.

Turned.

Walked toward my dresser like I hadn’t just watched her completely unravel.

Like I hadn’t just won.

Again.

And behind me—

Glyndon let out a slow, shaky breath.