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It had to be a feeling of deep hatred. Nothing ever stuck around as much as the thoughts of the person you loathed the most. I needed to be that person, and I needed him to know that what he’d done to me was something he’d never get the chance to do again.
I laughed like a maniac. My grin would have been blood-curling to any normal person—to him, it was a challenge.
“For a second there, you almost got me,” I finished with another laugh. “Key word beingalmost.”
Adrik’s eyes turned dark—nothing but evil resided within. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I recognized it. It was the same look my father always had right before he’d lock me up for weeks at a time.
I was terrified of that look.
And yet, it only managed to make me more furious with him. How the fuck had I allowed myself to get into this predicament? The moment I’d thrown myself on his radar, my stalking had dropped drastically. I hadn’t wanted to risk making him suspicious, but now I sure as hell wished I had.
My hands trembled, but my fingers gripped the blade handle tighter. Galina tried to speak, but it was muffled. I could smell her fear—it was always had a signature stench, and I enjoyed it most when I’d been the one to cause it.
“And I wasn’t lying, Ekaterina,” he said and took another step forward. “It was the truth. You know that you belong next to me.”
I ignored him and focused on the fear that was spreading through my body like a disease. My whole being ached. My eyes felt swollen—I knew they must be red from all my tears—and the blood boiled in my veins. It was now or never.
This bastard needed to know his place, and he had to know that he couldn’t simply do what he’d done and get away with it. I would’ve rather died than allowed that to happen.
Before he’d come into my life, I had been calm and collected. Before he’d appeared, I’d lived a life that many could only dream of. The only regret I had was that I hadn’t put an end to this sooner.
But pure and terrifying obsessions weren’t something I could easily rid myself of. I’d stalked him for years and dreamed of having him all to myself every single goddamn night. And once I’d got what I wanted, it was like my fixation on him had only intensified. I’d wanted to know him, to know who he truly was, beyond the papers I had on him.
He’d ruined it all. He’d ruined the perfect little life I’d laid out for us.
“You will not kill her, Ekaterina.”
It was half-threat, half-statement. I didn’t do well with threats and merely laughed. It was sadistic, and it made the hatred I now held for him grow even more.
I grinned widely. Then I sliced his mother’s throat.
Let the fucking games begin.
