6. This is the only way, isn’t it?
Katarina.
I look at myself in the full-length mirror.
My long hair falls silkily down my back; my face is neatly made up, looking more natural than I bet Demyan wanted. The red dress fits tightly against my body, and my elegantly covered shoulders hide the bruises marking my skin.
I look perfect… but inside, I’m a chaotic storm ready to tear down anything in its path.
Starting with Killian Colleman.
Too bad I can’t do it.
I keep staring at myself in the mirror—at those gray eyes staring back at me, as gray as the storm raging inside—ignoring the presence of the psychopath who walks in behind me.
"You’re not wearing your shoes," he says dispassionately, as empty as he surely is on the inside.
What envy, that indifference.
What envy, having an emp
