|| STELLA HARPER's POV ||

" You hate me, don't you?"

I asked in a whisper, hearing the door getting opened. His smell seemed different today. Instead of fresh cologne, he smelt like raw and eaten. When I rolled on the bed to face his standing silhouette, my stomach dropped instantly.

Knox's body was full of blood, stained with different marks. If I didn't know his character, I would have thought that he came back after killing someone without my knowledge.

He replied, walking across the room as if he did nothing,

" Why should I hate you more today? I have hated you already."

I got on my knees,...