Chapter Twenty Three
“Such a bloody chandelier.”
Yvann clenched his jaw when he heard a familiar voice spoke from the door. He was busy hanging Kean on the ceiling along with his other friends after he had beaten him up. His whole body was already filled with bruises but Yvann couldn’t satisfy his hunger to hurt him pretty bad. Kean had been his favorite, considering what he had seen in Christel’s memories. He almost lost control of himself while he was punching and kicking and throwing Kean all over the place. The lust to hear his plea was overwhelming, yet he couldn’t mind everything he was trying to say.
“What do you want, Crane?” Yvann asked before he wiped his bloody hands with Kean’s own uniform.
“Well,” he tried to step inside but he felt the chill of entering without a permissi
