Angel's POV
As I stepped into his chamber, the memories of earlier events lingered in my mind, refusing to fade.
I've already pushed aside the thoughts of how he dealt with those men, but what occupies my thoughts instead is the way he touches me. I could swear that...
One part of me doesn't want him to stop. "Angel, get yourself together. You're not supposed to be thinking about this; you should be focused on how to kill him, not the other way around. He’s the devil who killed my parents and made my life miserable. I’m going to kill him," I mumbled to myself, shaking the thought from my mind.
I walked into his room, knowing he might get angry if I lingered in the living room. I had no idea what might set him angry.
When I arrived, there was no sign of Venom in the room. I soon heard
