“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” –Mark Twain
Chapter-15
-Karen-
He could smell my blood from miles away and I had been so close to him. My presumed death. But somehow I had a faith in my fate that Nate was not going to be the death of me. Not very soon. No one knew the future and I was no one. I could be dead in a minute and I would never know. Death was immediate sometimes and sometimes it was so painful and slow.
“A sophisticated hobby you have.” Came a voice from the doorway.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” I said without looking at him.
“Oh come on, I thought you were dying to talk to me.” Victor’s smirk could be heard.
“I would rather die than talk to you.” I closed my book and placed it on the t
