Chapter Twelve: Her Past

He stared at her coldly, his blue eyes digging a hole in her skull the longer he stared at her. She was still trembling and crying like a frightened cat. What she has seen must've traumatised her. After all, every normal person would definitely get scared and disgusted by what he did. Apparently, Xavier grew up in a world like this and death is no longer new to him.

He held her face through his hand and made her face him, their eyes locking into each other. A stain of blood was even plastered on his face. His face was menacing, his eyes were the coldest yet the most dangerous thing in the world Margarette could see at the moment.

Feeling his warm hand against her cheek, she whimpered and tried to pull away but he immediately caught her. He gripped jaws using his hand, making her cheeks flushed together. He pulled her close to him.

"Are you afraid, my little Flower?" he asked, his voice was void of any emotion. It sent shivers down her spine and she immediately shook her head no. He ch