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I leapt, the shift ripping through me midair, bones snapping and reforming before my paws hit the earth. He was fast. Faster than the others. Running like someone who had something to reach, not just something to escape. The thought sent a sharp thrill through me. Crossing me always ends the same way. Men like me do not forget. They do not forgive. Psychopath. Liora’s word from last night surfaced again. She truly has no idea.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

"Oh." "He's a sociopath," Nicolai continued, his voice grim. "He lacks any real empathy, any sense of right and wrong. And when he feels threatened, he strikes back viciously." She reached out, her hand finding his. "So, this is personal for him. It's not just about power or money." "No," Nicolai agreed, sitting beside her and entwining their fingers. "It's deeply personal. He sees me as an obstacle, someone who stands in his way. And now, with you..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice his fears.

’ He nudges me and then nods at Alexi, who catches my eyes on him and I look away quickly. ‘Don’t know what you mean. It’s all business over here,’ I answer airily. I won’t show even Mico that he’s getting to me. I am done being second guessed when it comes to my feelings for that man. ‘Sure, it is. You two are so alike sometimes, it’s terrifying.’ He watches Alexi intensely and I focus on his profile instead as he then scans the room and comes back to my face. ‘Please … I am not a raving sociopath who beats people out of some sense of ownership.’ I feel a little insulted to get that comparison.

“Bitch—” “No. You’re the bitch between the two of us. I’m not like you—someone so deranged that she would do anything just to get what she wants, even if it means making herself look pathetic.” I smirked. “I don’t think like a criminal the way you do, so we will never be alike.”

"This is my fault, I shouldn't have came here. I brought him to you." "It's anything but your fault, okay? We can handle him," they tried to reassure me. They didn't know him like I did. "You don't understand, Angelo is a sociopath. He gets off on the pain of others. He will not stop trying to get me back. Even if it kills him." Lucian's knuckles were white. "How could you be so stupid?" I gasped. "You dated him? You willingly dated a psycho?" I scoffed, "I didn't know he was a FUCKING PSYCHO!" I stood up out of the chair and walked to the door. "Don't bother waiting up for me."

Marcus stated. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous claim. "Some compassion? I doubt that. Your friend is a sociopath."I paused to think. "Actually he is a psychopath and there is no way sociopaths have compassion. He is so annoying and if I had a choice I would not have to spend my night there. He is the worst human being to exist. I cannot wait for this night to end and never see his rude ass ever again."I complained about my anger fuelling when I recalled how annoying Alex was.

I asked, trying to keep my posture firm—the same way I had done my whole life at school to never show weakness. "No, you don't know me, and you don't need to. But I decided to give you a piece of advice, woman to woman." She turned around, crossing her arms and evaluating me from head to toe with disdain. "Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night."

“But we both know what you really are. "Strip for me, Rachel. Right here. I want you bare, helpless, right in front of everyone.” He leaned in even closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “I want to make you mine again, to have you in front of all these people, in front of your bleeding son… so they all know you’ll always be mine.” Damian stepped forward, his face dark with fury. “You’re sick, Victor. You're a fucking psychopath” he spat, his voice shaking with barely-contained rage. “Get your hands off her.”

Sophie gave him a look that could slice steel. Her eyes narrowed, lips pressed, and her brows shot up like she had just witnessed a lunatic enjoying a private joke. “You’re a psychopath,” her eyes seemed to scream at him. “One who clearly gets a thrill out of baffling me.” Damien chuckled, tilting his head slightly with a grin tugging the corner of his lips. “Don’t explode, angry bird,” he said, voice dipped in teasing. “I was just kidding.”