It could have been fate's awful sense of humor, or just someone else's bad luck rubbing off on you.

But what Nikto knew for sure was that he'd much rather stick with this curse than having to kiss you.

It was a true hate's kiss. And boy, did he sure hate it.

The Russian man glared at you, watching as the tips of your fingers begun to turn to bones as the curse progressed.

By dawn, you'd be a full skeleton if he didn't kiss you in time.