Chapter 11

“Exactly.” He says and I smile weakly.

“So...would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?” He asks hopefully, causing me to scoff.

“You know what? I will think about it.” I say and he looks deeply pleased by my answer.

He then walks towards his desk and sits back in the huge black spinning chair. He lets out a satisfied sigh, and then looks at me.

“I also don’t want you going after Victor.” He says, and my eyes bulge slightly.

Who told him about Victor Sans?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie smoothly.

“Mmhmm.” He says with a knowing smile.

“Victor Sans has a target on your back, you clearly pissed the man off.” My uncle says, and it takes a few seconds for me to process what he has just said.

A target on my back?

Oh, boy. This is wonderful news!

Victor just made this game more fun.

“And what did I do?” I ask, pretending still to be innocent.

“Victor didn’t say, but almost every assassin out there is out to get you. I’d reckon you