Chapter fifteen
Vivienne Hart POV
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“What.. are you doing here?”
“That's not the right answer for my question, Vivienne.”
In his eyes, there's chaos. It's pure menace. To the outer world it looks like gray shallows but if we look closer, it holds the unhinged cruelty and coldness.
He asked me if it was ghosts or demons. But only if he knew it was people like him. That I was screaming out after waking up was because of men like him.
Men like the ones who didn't hesitate to hurt others. The men who still found their solace in someone else's pain and blood. The ones who didn't hesitate to wash off their hands after draining blood all over due to their cruelty.
As a witness to those crimes, it's never the ghost or the demons from the fictional that we need to fear from. It's alwa
