“You’re in deep trouble, girl.” His voice sounded muffled and threatening, but with a note of amusement—as if I were his new toy.
“I-I didn’t want to!” I say quickly, backing away, but Chernov doesn’t take his cold eyes off me.
“This was… instinctive! I was scared!”
“Want to make up for your mistake?”
“W-what do you mean?” I ask, feeling my throat go dry.
Max breaks into a bold, smug smile.
“In five minutes. In my bedroom.”
He straightens up, wiping blood from his temple, and almost carelessly adds: “Second floor. First door on the left.”
Max Chernov—someone better to avoid. Though that knowledge didn’t help much, since I hit him with a plate on the head, and then added a bit more sharpness. He’s a devil. And he threatened to turn my life into a nightmare.
And I… I’m just Ella Serebryanskaya, a first-year student on a scholarship.