LEVI 'S S POINT OF VIEW
The way she looked as she talked him down, the words she spoke, the clear look of anger on her face as she tried not to lunge at him, her folded arms, it all excited me. Instead of further infuriating me, there was a strange feeling of satisfaction in my heart as I looked at her, pride filling my chest as I fought back a smile.
The text message from one of my associates in the press informed me of the new development. She is not dead, but rather in a coma as the doctors attend to her, filling my mind with a plan, one I very well intend on executing.
"Come out, we have to talk," I directed at her, ignoring the look of fear on her face as I turned my back to her, walking towards the room we were given in the house to do as we pleased. All of them stood around like
