Chapter 6

“Oh,” Ivan said, cringing. “Lucky guess.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. Just some asshole holding my future hostage.” It didn’t give Killian pause that Ivan had correctly guessed the preferred gender of his partners. He posted videos online every two weeks where he talked at length, joked and swore, and told stories as he explored haunted houses, and never made an attempt to disguise his sexuality. Anyone who listened to him talk for long enough would eventually pick up on his lack of interest in women.

“That sounds healthy,” Ivan muttered.

“Yeah, and I suppose you have a fucking Brady Bunch relationship back in the gingerbread cottage where you live?”

Ivan laughed again. “No.”

“Then shut your trap, Dr. Phil.”

“How about you just call me Ivan, and I agree not to put a curse on your bloodline for being an irritating little prick?”