"Do you still need the apology?" His question sizzled through my tensed heart.
At that moment, it dawned heavier on me what kind of devil I was dealing with. A twisted, manipulative psychopath.
I've only read of such guys in books, or seen them in movies. I've never met any in person. Never met anyone who eerily unnerves me and at the same time, fascinates me as he does.
"No," my reply was feeble. I swallowed the panic creeping up my throat. "I don't need the apology any more."
He smirked. "Good. I'm glad we settled that."
I sank lower in my seat, fiddling with my seatbelt and counting the minutes until we got to the mall. I can't wait to put a good distance between us.
"If you really do love Rex, then why don't you tell him?" His question forced me to look at him again. He was a
