How… How dare he? How dare this fucker talk like that? Who the f**k does he think he is to bring back the past?!
Sure, he knew me before. Sure, he still somehow recognized me, even though I had changed, transformed. f*****g sure, he still remembered what kind of loser I used to be, but what the f**k…? What the f**k made this fucker think he could talk like that? Bringing up the past like that?!
Fuck him. f**k this blue-eyed bastard. I was going to kill him. I was going to kill him, finally, and I would go back to Isabella, fall on my knees, and tell her I killed her first love, and I didn't regret it.
I pulled my hand back, but before I could land the blow, someone caught my hand.
Who the–
“Get your s**t together!” Sebastain screamed in my face. I turned to him with a growl, ready t
