Demitri
I look at Dean, and he glares towards me. It's funny, really, but still confusing. I walk around him and tap the blade against his neck.
“Makes no sense. You were f*****g others and quickly moved in with another woman, so why are you so hurt by her throwing you out?” I ask and lean into his face.
“Like I'm telling you,” he laughs slightly, and I join in.
“Oh, you will, either now or when you have no fingers left, you will tell me,” I say before leaning closer. “What about Demi made you want to take revenge on me? Knowing that you would be dead?”
“f**k you,” he shouts, and I laugh. The dagger dug into his neck slightly.
“There has to be something.” I know there is. He wanted revenge, but the whole thing makes no sense. “Was she paying for you to live? Is that it?” I ask as I s
