He ventured further into the room. She met his gaze then, her face twisting into one of anger and resentment. He looked different. His shoulders were broader, like he had been hitting the gym more often and his dark hair was longer. He wore a beard—he had never liked growing facial hair—and the look in his eyes consisted of only hate. He despised her. She wasn't sure she was going to get out of that room alive.
He's a psychopath, Brie seemed to say to her in the depths of her mind. Only now she believed. Only now she understood what the term psychopath meant at all. If she hadn't really known him, she would have ever guessed that he was that Alex she knew. Was that why he looked so different? So no one would recognize him? He's a psychopath.
He stepped towards her. They were only inch
