He muttered something so low that I didn’t hear when I looked back to him, his demeanor had changed. What I felt just moments ago was nothing compared to the one I feel right now. My mouth moistens as if I could taste it.
It was because of the same lethal look he had in his eyes when he tried and failed to kill me, though he seemed more deranged then than now.
At this very moment, he is staring me down with such clarity in his eyes that is far worse than the unhinged glassy gaze he had as he held me underwater by my neck, both caressing and choking at the same time.
Why does he hate me so much?
I tried speaking. But my voice got caught in my throat.
He pinned me with those blue eyes which seemed more vibrant in contrast to his dark features. More beautiful than how mine would seem lik
