Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 79: Ghosted By Fire

Chapter 79: Ghosted By Fire

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: The Hills by The Weeknd)

The taste of Kathrine still lingered on my lips when she suddenly pulled away.

One second, I was drowning in her, lost in the heat of her hands, the press of her body against mine. And then—nothing.

Kathrine shoved me back, her eyes flickering with something I couldn’t name, something sharp and unreadable. The warmth in her gaze from just moments ago had vanished, replaced by a cold detachment that hit me harder than the rejection itself.

I blinked, my breath still uneven, my body still wired from the intensity of our kiss. "Kathrine—"

"Go to bed," she cut me off. Her voice was firm, clipped. Unyielding.

I stared at her, searching her face for some kind of explanation, some kind of sign that I hadn’t just imagined the way she had kissed me as she needed me. Like I was something she wanted.

But Kathrine didn’t look at me.

She had already turned away, heading straight for the couch.

That hurt.

More than I wanted to admit.

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I watched her. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t glance back at me. She just grabbed a pillow from the bed, threw it onto the couch, and sat down as if she hadn’t just left me standing there, still reeling.

Like I was nothing.

Like I was a mistake.

I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be.

Kathrine didn’t answer.

Of course, she didn’t.

She just lay down, turning her back to me, as if that was the end of the conversation.

As if I didn’t deserve an answer.

My throat tightened, my heart pounding too fast in my chest.

This wasn’t fair.

She had kissed me first. She had touched me first. She had made me feel—

And now she was acting like it had never happened. Like I was some kind of idiot for believing it had meant something.

I felt used.

Like trash.

Like I was something she had picked up, played with, and tossed aside the second she got bored.

Anger bubbled in my chest, mixing with the hurt in a way that made me feel sick. I wanted to demand an answer. I wanted to force her to look at me, to explain what the hell just happened.

But I didn’t.

Because deep down, I knew I wouldn’t like her answer.

Kathrine was shutting me out.

And that meant she had already made up her mind.

I inhaled sharply and forced myself to move. I walked over to the bed, my hands trembling as I pulled back the sheets. I lay down, facing the ceiling, my body tense, my mind racing.

The room was silent except for the sound of the rain outside and the occasional shift of Kathrine on the couch.

I couldn’t sleep.

I doubted she could either.

But neither of us spoke.

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the cold.

Not just the chill in the air from the AC humming softly in the background, but the absence of warmth in the room.

I sat up too quickly, my heart stuttering in my chest as my gaze darted across the hotel room. The couch was empty. The blankets that had been draped over it last night were folded neatly, resting on the armrest as if they hadn’t been used at all.

Kathrine was gone.

The realization hit like a punch to the stomach.

I swung my legs over the bed, my movements sluggish, exhausted. My limbs felt heavy, weighed down by something I couldn’t name, something thick and suffocating that coiled in my chest.

She left.

She didn’t wake me up. Didn’t say goodbye.

She just... left.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the bedsheets. A dull ache formed behind my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, willing the feeling away.

I shouldn’t care.

I shouldn’t feel like this.

But I did.

Because after everything—after that kiss, after the way she looked at me, touched me, made me feel like I was something worth wanting—she still abandoned me without a word.

And that hurt.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat, forcing myself to breathe.

She was just playing with me.

That’s what this was. A game.

I should have known.

I should have never let myself get caught up in it.

I exhaled shakily before grabbing my phone and dialing my driver’s number. It rang twice before he answered.

"Miss Glyndon?" His voice was polite, and professional, like always.

"I need you to pick me up," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "I’m sending you the address now."

"Right away, Miss Glyndon."

I hung up and quickly sent my location before getting out of bed. My body protested the movement, every muscle sore from the tension I had carried through the night.

I grabbed my things and headed downstairs, ignoring the way my chest ached with every step.

I barely spoke during the drive home.

The rain from last night had cleared, leaving the streets damp, the sky still overcast.

The moment I stepped inside the house, I went straight to my room, showered, and got dressed for school, shoving everything I felt into a box in the back of my mind.

I didn’t have time for this.

By the time I made it downstairs, Alex was already waiting in the driveway.

I sighed, rubbing my face before forcing myself to walk over to his car. The second I slid into the passenger seat, I noticed it—

Something was off.

Alex was gripping the steering wheel too tightly, his jaw clenched, his entire body rigid with tension.

I frowned. "Are you okay?"

His grip tightened, but he forced a smile. "Yeah. Just tired."

I studied him for a second, noting the dark circles under his eyes, and the way his shoulders were stiff.

"Liar," I muttered.

He huffed out a laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "It’s nothing, Glyndon."

I wasn’t convinced, but before I could press him further, he leaned in.

I froze as his face came closer, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was soft, and careful.

But it felt wrong.

Not because of Alex—because of me.

Because all I could think about was someone else.

I pulled away slightly, forcing a smile as he sat back and started the car.

The entire ride to school, I stared out the window, my thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and frustration.

And then I saw her.

The second we walked through the school gates, my eyes found Kathrine without even meaning to.

She was standing by the courtyard, her tall frame relaxed as she leaned against a pillar, her attention focused on—

Savannah.

My stomach twisted.

Savannah laughed at something Kathrine said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she leaned into her.

And Kathrine just smirked, her posture easy, her hand resting on her hip like she didn’t have a care in the world.

Like I didn’t exist at all.

Something inside me cracked.

The rest of the day was torture.

No matter where I went, I saw her.

In the hallways, in the cafeteria, outside during lunch—always with Savannah.

Always with her group.

But never with me.

Days passed.

And nothing changed.

Kathrine stopped glancing at me and stopped acknowledging me in any way.

It was like I had been erased from her life overnight.

Like I was nothing.

And I hated how much that hurt.

How much I wanted her to look at me.

To notice me.

To give me anything.

But she didn’t.

She laughed with Savannah.

She talked with her group.

And me?

I was just a ghost.

It’s been two weeks.

Two long, excruciating weeks since Kathrine decided I no longer existed.

Two weeks since she started acting like I was a stranger.

Two weeks since she buried that night in the hotel as if it had never happened.

And I hated it.

At first, I thought she just needed space, that maybe she was avoiding me because she regretted kissing me that way. Maybe she was confused, maybe she didn’t know how to deal with it.

But then a few days passed.

Then a week.

Now two.

And still—nothing.

She wouldn’t even glance my way.

And since Alex had suddenly stopped bullying her, I had no excuse to approach her. No way to force my way back into her life.

And I wasn’t going to do it alone.

I knew I was a coward—I got it. I hated myself for it.

But if I confronted her and she still ignored me? If I forced her to talk to me and she just... brushed me off?

That would hurt more than this silence.

So instead, I suffered.

I sat in Alex’s car, pretending I wasn’t watching her every move as she walked through the parking lot with her usual blank expression.

Until she stopped.

And someone approached her.

I straightened in my seat, my eyes narrowing.

Damn. That is one tall man.

I thought Kathrine was tall, but this guy? He had to be at least 6’7. Maybe even taller.

He wasn’t just tall—he was built. Broad shoulders, strong frame, dressed in all black, towering over everyone around him like he owned the entire lot.

He looked older. Not in high school. Probably from college.

And he was talking to Kathrine.

Not just talking—she was handing him something.

Her helmet.

I watched, completely transfixed, as the guy took it from her, his movements casual like he had done this before. He swung one leg over her motorcycle with ease, settling onto the seat like it belonged to him.

And Kathrine let him.

She didn’t scowl, didn’t shove him off.

She just watched, her expression unreadable.

I frowned, my grip tightening around my bag as I mumbled, "Who is that with Kathrine?"

The car went silent.

I glanced at Alex, only to see his jaw clenched, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled.

Did he know the guy?

Then I saw it.

Alex gulped.

I’ve never seen him do that before.

Something cold slithered down my spine.

"Her older brother," Alex finally said, his voice oddly stiff.

A beat of silence.

I turned to face him fully, watching his reaction closely.

Then I frowned.

"How do you know her older brother?"

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