Chapter 8

I burst out laughing. "You think Tom sent that text? That was me."

Jacob's face went slack. "You don't mean Edgar…"

Exactly. I killed Edgar.

As a kid, I used to torture animals, watching them writhe and die in pain. It wasn't that the idea of doing it to people had never crossed my mind. I found doing it myself to be boring.

Getting others to do it was the real high. Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me.

When I was in school, I chose to live in the dorms whenever possible, just to shape the people around me. The dorm I lived in during middle school was never at peace.

Sudden injuries and even deaths kept happening. I drifted among them, watching their families weighed down by pain, guilt, and grief, and I felt a rush like nothing I had felt before.

When we were assigned dorm rooms in college, the moment I first saw Jacob, I knew that he was just like me, a natural-born sociopath. But he was my prey.

I'd wanted to mold Tom and Edgar into what