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Step by step, I was getting closer to the man whose methods were rumored to be cold and cruel. It was said that he was ugly and temperamental. No one could ever tell what he was thinking. As for his three previous wives, they were said to have spent every day in great suffering. However, when I saw that almost mythical person, I realized how ridiculous the rumors were. Aaron Prentiss was leaning against the desk, his steel-gray shirt showing off his broad shoulders and trim waist. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his blue eyes were deep as the Atlantic. He was twirling a fountain pen in his hand, his fingers long and deft.

"Mommy, why aren't you back to be with me yet?" Tyler's eyes bulged in rage when he saw Calvin. I could guess why—Calvin was like a mini version of me, aside from the fact that he was a boy. Tyler's gaze traveled between Calvin and me. After a long silence, he pointed a trembling finger at me. "How dare you betray me and even give birth to a bastard! Tell me who the father is!" Calvin had inherited Skyler's personality. He didn't really understand what "bastard" meant, but he could tell it wasn't anything nice.

After a moment, he continued, "You're a woman. Can't you have some self-respect? Think about how disgusting you looked when you came back last year. "Even I couldn't stand seeing you. You're filthy and sickening! If Jennifer hadn't talked me out of it, I wouldn't have bothered. You'd be long rotten!" At that moment, my soul stood right before him, weeping silently. "I'm warning you right now, Helen. If you screw up again this time, I don't mind locking you up for another decade. Maybe that'll make you learn your lesson!" He was done yelling, but there were still no signs of me. He waved impatiently at the housekeepers, urging them to search my room.

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

His reflection in the mirror was that of the scared-weak Ichabod. “What exactly were you thinking fool?” He grunted at himself in the mirror. “Do you really think you will lock me away tonight after you kept me away during the day?” Ichabod who was in the reflection looked sober. “Don’t do anything stupid Odin” “Oh do shut up! You are nothing but a weakling! You and I both know that I can’t touch her yet!” “Yes but we both know how clumsy and impatient you are. You can do anything to sabotage my relationship with her!” Ichabod shouted in Odin’s head angrily.

As many witnesses were, an onlooker bumped heavily into Blake. “Watch it, asshole.” “I’m sor____ oh, Mr. Sermon. We meet again.” Blake said, recognizing the man who bumped into him was Revis Sermon from the clothing store. Revis looked at Blake with shock and horror; how could his luck be this terrible? He had already insulted this man earlier, and now he bumped into him scolding.

Adonis looked as though he wanted to pick apart every word I had just said, but instead, his head tilted to the side in sudden contemplation. Then, a slow, terrifying smile spread across his face. It wasn't a comforting, reassuring smile. If anything, it made him look ten times more unhinged than before. “Well,” he murmured softly, “things just got a hell of a lot more interesting.” I stared up at him in disbelief. What the absolute hell was that supposed to mean? One thing was crystal clear in that moment: Adonis D’Angelo was completely insane. A certified lunatic. And I was going to have to walk a razor-thin line around him.

CHAPTER 89 SANTIAGO They say when madness is never just the state of one psychological state, it is the state of the heart as well. At this moment I wasn't even disputing the fact that I was totally insane. I was insane about everything, I was insane at the speed or was going at and I couldn't even stop it — I was insane about life, love and my lust. Everything looked like it was stuck in one part of my brain and I had to deal with it.

All for nothing. Everyday, for five years, I've been living in repetition. Someone once said insanity means doing the same things over and over again while expecting a different result. I'd like to add that insanity is so much deeper than that. It's also doing the same things over and over again while feeling parts of yourself dying a little more each day.

He held it down, but the Reaver in him kept him and his leopard on edge not matter what. He was always in one thing or another. Always poking his nose around where it didn't belong. But Ezekiel had taught himself to use that, to indulge in the boundless back and forth in his mind and body. He used it to sharpen his mind and keep active. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but for Ezekiel curiosity had saved him from going insane a long long time ago.