“No one sent me to you, Dante.

– Really?

He abruptly lifted me from the chair and turned me around to face him, seated me on the table. I watched how tightly he gripped the knife handle. Quiet Katherine, calm. It's probably jealousy. He's just jealous or angry that you didn't tell him, but a wave of uncontrollable fear rose up inside.

“I hate it when people lie to me,” he grabbed the collar of my blouse and cut off a button from it, “I hate it when they use me,” cut off the second one, “I hate it when they fool my head,” cut off the third and tore...