Page 64 of Craving Venom
Oh, right. I forgot. You’re so fucking misunderstood.
I don’t know why I’m so angry.
Or maybe I do.
Maybe it’s because I wanted there to be a reason. A justification. Some sick, twisted explanation that would somehow make sense of the fact that this man—this calm, unreadable, dangerous man—is capable of killing people.
And instead, I got nothing.
No guilt. No remorse.
Nothing.
I hate you.
This time, the three dots appear. Then disappear.
I don’t wait for his reply.
CHAPTER TWELEVE
THE MONSTER
Istand in front of the cracked mirror bolted to the wall, tugging at my tie with more force than necessary. The damn thing just won’t sit right, and I’m already grumbling under my breath when footsteps echo behind me.
I don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.
Mark.
Again.
I let out a low sigh, flexing my fingers before reaching for the suit jacket hanging off the bunk. “Should I start charging an entry fee?”
Mark ignores me, leaning against the doorway with that stupid grin of his. “You’re awfully cheery today.”
I arch a brow at my reflection. Cheery? The fuck does he know? I roll my shoulders, straightening the lapels of my jacket. “Got my reasons.”
Mark steps in. “Yeah? Care to share?”
I shoot him a look. “Not particularly.”
He huffs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Right. Well, either way… thanks for yesterday.”
I wave him off, reaching for my watch and strapping it on. “Don’t read too much into it. It wasn’t about you, it was about keeping up my reputation.”
Mark snorts. “Bullshit.”
I glance at him from the corner of my eye. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You could’ve just threatened the guy. You didn’t have to beat him within an inch of his miserable life.”
I shrug. “Didn’t have to. Wanted to.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
I finish adjusting my cuffs, ready to tell him to fuck off, but he beats me to it. “So, what’s got you in such a good mood?”
I smirk, smoothing down the front of my jacket. “Turns out I’m seeing Dr. Do-Gooder today.”
