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Kylian's POV

I had finally gotten a rise out of him. He was giving me the fight I had been itching for. “I’m not a drama queen and you did steal that go-kart right out from under my nose. That situation is exactly like this one. You said you didn’t want it and then you turned around and went running to Dad. He bought it for you. There was no way he was going to buy a second one for me.”

He laughed. “Are you comparing Yvonne to a go-kart? That’s exactly my point, you are as deep as a shallow puddle. You have no depth. You are incapable of loving another human. To love, you have to trust. To trust, you have to allow yourself to be vulnerable, and we all know the great Kylian Litt would never let himself be vulnerable.”

“Just tell me what the two of you are up to,” I hissed, wishing he was standing in front of me so I could take a swing at him.

“Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing. You’re a dolt. An idiot. A complete moron. I cannot believe we are related. Mom must have dropped you on your head