{Elle’s POV}
He doesn’t understand.
It wasn’t about hurting someone and tainting my soul with their nasty blood. It wasn’t because I wasn’t used to causing someone physical harm. It was because of the fact that I loved the feeling of it—of hurting someone. Of feeling their fear, of hearing them whimper within my hold, and seeing the pain I was inflicting through them.
David’s pain was like water, and I was a starved man in the middle of a dessert. I thrived to feel it.
It was what I really wanted to tell Noah, but cowardice had taken over me, so I gave him the pathetic excuse of me being scared to be alone. Yes, I was scared, but not of being alone, but of being caught. By him finding out that his mate was not the innocent girl he thought. The fear stayed even though he reassured me th
