Victor was distractedly re-filling his glass with firewhiskey as a startled Mondai spoke with confusion. ‘I’m not into Robert.’ Yeah right. When she made a point about their fake date during the party to get rid of MacGhilleseatheanaich, Victor shrugged his shoulders. “Or perhaps your intention was simply to make him jealous.” Yeah, that seemed more likely. And to think he’d been foolish enough to believe he had been the mastermind behind that stupid plan. “Fortunately for you, it worked. MacGhilleseatheanaich’s been more daring than usual lately.”

Victor took a sip of his firewhiskey and watched Mondai closely, examining the way she suddenly seemed to turn nervous and flustered. Still, she didn’t mention the kiss. Instead, she questioned him about a rather unpleasant topic, and if she thought she would be getting an honest answer, she was sorely mistaken. There was no way Victor Vincenzi was going to confess that he’d accidentally kissed a guy. “No.”

And if she thought he was going to drop the MacGhilleseatheanaich subject, she was wrong. Again. “But I did hear you shared a kiss with MacGhilleseatheanaich just a little over an hour ago.” The boy kept his icy gaze fixed on the little brunette; he didn’t want to miss any nervous twitch or blush or stutter.