Dylan's POV
“My game?” Killian asked, his brows frowned in confusion.
I let his mind wander for a while, leaving him in the dark as I watched him keep ruminating on what I had said. Then after a while, he seems to figure out what I was talking about, or maybe he gave up trying to think.
I cleared my throat as I took few steps closer to him. I couldn't help but laugh at the look of shock on his face. "You see, Killian, I've been playing a little game with you," I said, making sure he could clearly hear the sarcasm. "A game of cat and mouse, where I'm the cat, and you're the mouse."
Killian's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in anger. "What f*****g game are you talking about, Dylan?" he growled impatiently.
I smiled, enjoying the moment. "I'm talking about Ryder, of course," I said, nod
