Part 2360 – No Good-Bye Kiss For Preyuna.

Petrov frowned at the closed door. He had expected certain reactions from Hank. Hank closing the door right in his face was not one of those expected reactions.

He raised his fist to start knocking all over again.

But what’s the point? He’ll either ignore me or slam the door in my face again. 

He walked over to the opposite wall and sat against it. 

Guess there’s nothing to do but wait.

***

Mark Caten reactivated his bedroom’s monitors and left his room. He let out a self satisfied sigh. “My secrets are safe. No one will find them. Hmm. That reminds me.”

He strolled down the hall to Preyuna’s room. He opened the door without knocking.

But the room was dark and empty.

Mark shrugged and brought up the app for his monitors on his cell phone. He tapped the Search button and typed in “Preyuna Cupcake, fey”. He pressed Enter.

A message popped up — “Search Item Found In Spare Bedroom.”

“So, my little cupcake is obviously trying to get it on with her little dishrag boy-toy.” He closed her door and kept walking. “And if she isn’t trying to get it on with him, she certainly will when I leave.”

He smirked. “Because of course she will. How else would she deal with the jealousy and disappointment of not being with me tonight?”

Mark Caten stopped outside of Isellta’s room and barged on in.

Preyuna got off the bed and marched over to him. “What do you want?”

“I’m going to be heading out soon. I know you’ll miss me, my dear flavorless cupcake.”

She scoffed. “You wish.”

“Hahahaha! Oh, no. I don’t wish it. I KNOW it. Quite a big difference, don’t you know?” He gave Isellta a dismissive glance. “I just feel so bad that you’re going to console yourself in my absence with a cheap sippy cup of flat, off-brand Diet Coke when you could have a Mikasa crystal goblet of fine Chardonnay.”

“Was there something you actually wanted? Or did you come in here just to irritate me?”

“Irritate you? I don’t know why you’d jump to that conclusion. Maybe I came in here to give you a good-bye kiss.”

She scoffed again. “As if I would even want that.”

“Hahahahahahahaha! Of course you want it. You want it and so much more. Don’t deny it.” He spread his hands on either side of her face. “It’s there, my dear sweet dumpy ice queen. It’s there in your eyes, all over your face, inside every breath. I can see it.”

She backed away from him. “You’re seeing what you want to see. Doesn’t make it true or real. It just makes you pathetic and weak.”

Mark Caten tightened his mouth into an angry line as her words hit home. He slapped her face.

Isellta got off the bed and hobbled over. “Leave her alone!” The magical barrier around him shoved Caten back to the door.

“Stay out of this,” Mark Caten narrowed his eyes. “stupid whore filth!”

Isellta flinched as if he’d been slapped too, but he stood his ground. “She doesn’t deserve to be hurt.”

“Huh. Interesting.” Caten straightened his dress shirt. “I wonder what you could hope to gain from siding with her.” He tapped his lips as he thought it over. A smile spread across his face. “Ahh, I see. You think that doing this will convince her to hand over your vampire lover. Isn’t that just cute?”

Preyuna’s posture stiffened a little.

“No.” Isellta said. “I—“

“Hahaha!” He raised his hand in a halt signal. “Oh, please! You are not as altruistic as you pretend to be. You’d do anything to get your lover back. Even play white knight for someone who’s hurt you.” He took a couple of steps forward. The barrier shoved him back. “I know she’s hurt you, little fey. She’s raped you.”

Isellta blanched.

“And it wasn’t just the one time.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Preyuna said. “I have never raped him. I’ve always managed to talk him into it.”

“Hahahahaha! Riiiiiight. I’m sure you did. Just like you and me, right?”

Preyuna fixed a defiant glare on him. “I am not you.”

“That’s what you would LOVE to believe, but no. My semi-cooked almond flour cupcake, you are a lot like me. This little interlude is meaningless to you. You’ll pin him to your mattress first chance you get.”

Mark Caten’s cell phone beeped frantically. He checked it. “Tsk! And just when I was starting to really have fun.” He put his phone back into his pocket. “Looks like I have to leave now. Bye, losers!” He turned and left the room.

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