Chapter 4

I dropped the keys on the floor.

For all I knew, Cameron was in there.

He beat me there. How did he get in anyway?

Did he pick the lock? Maybe he made a duplicate key all this time.

“H-Help…”

I turned and grabbed Logan’s sleeve.

The last thing on my mind was the terrifying value hovering above his head.

He was my only lifeline at this point.

With downcast eyes, Logan stared at my hands clutching his sleeve.

His brows furrowed.

The numbers above his head flipped to 1,155.

However, he didn’t shake me off.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No! He’s a sick stalker!”

I shook my head in tears.

“Please… Help me…”

Logan’s gaze shifted.

For a split second, I thought I saw thrill flickering across his eyes.

Bending over, he retrieved the keys from the ground and tucked me firmly behind his back.

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

Logan passed the umbrella to me. Using my keys, he unlocked the door with composure.

The moment the door opened, I caught Cameron sitting on my sofa with a dagger in hand.

Cameron was taken aback to see Logan walking in.

“Who are you?”

Cameron rose to his feet warily.

Logan said nothing.

He took his time unfastening the buttons of his blazer.

Once his blazer was removed, Logan hung the garment on the coat rack by the door.

Carrying himself with grace, he rolled his sleeves up.

“Beat it,” Logan said indifferently.

Cameron was enraged.

“Back off, pretty boy!”

He lunged ahead, swinging the dagger.

I shrieked in fright, “Watch out!”

The bloodbath I had anticipated never happened.

Logan simply stepped to the side, dodging the attack. He retaliated by kicking Cameron in the belly.

It happened in a blur. His movements were too fast for the naked eye.

Sent flying in the air, Cameron crashed onto the coffee table. The glass shards went everywhere.

Cameron curled up on the floor in agony, groaning.

Logan drew close and stomped on Cameron’s wrist of the hand armed with the knife.

“Argh!” A blood-curdling scream ripped from Cameron’s throat.

Logan ground his foot down, his expression stoic.

With a hand over my mouth, I stopped myself from making a peep.

The whole thing was savage, but I couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction it gave me.

“Get out now.”

Logan withdrew his foot.

Getting the message loud and clear, Cameron scrambled out the door without taking a glance at me.

Logan and I were left in the apartment amid the wreckage.

Turning on his heel, Logan met my gaze. The number above his head was 1,160.

Somehow, his killing intent grew. I couldn’t understand why.

Logan just saved me.

“Come in.”

Before I realized it, I entered the room.

I was cautious to step around the glass shards.

“T-Thank you.”

Keeping my head down, I expressed my gratitude.

He approached me, his hand extending.

Assuming he was about to attack me, I closed my eyes in terror.

I could feel the warmth of his skin as his thumb brushed against the corner of my eye.

Was he drying my tears?

My eyes snapped open in surprise.

I locked eyes with his unfathomable gaze.

“You should just take out the trash.”

I shuddered.

By that, did he mean murder?

“Got it.” I nodded in compliance, terrified of upsetting him.

“The lock’s broken.”

He glanced at the mangled lock.

“Stay with me tonight.”

“Huh?”

I whipped my head up. Did he suggest that I stay at his place and spend the night with a potential killer with a malice level of 1,160?

Wasn’t that basically suicide?

“I-It’s okay. I can check into a hotel…”

“Do you have any identification on you?”

I felt my pockets. My driver’s license was in my bag, which was left at work.

In my panic to escape, I forgot to grab my bag.

My phone was dead too.

Despair washed over me as I realized that I had nowhere to go.

“Come in.”

He turned and walked toward the apartment across the hall.

I stared at the black reinforced door, feeling as though it would lead me to hell.

It took one look at my trashed apartment and the thought of Cameron possibly returning.

Gritting my teeth, I trailed behind Logan.

Between a perverted freak and a neighbor with self-control over his homicidal tendencies, the latter seemed better.

At least, Logan was cute. If I ended up dying by his hand, that was one way to go out in style.