Angel’s POV

Her nails brushed against my bottom lip breaking skin, blood oozes dripping to my shirt. It burns like hell, making my eyes water.

“Fight back bitch!” She clawed my face wiping her nails across my face and neck. “Salvatore was mine if you didn’t show up with this disgusting body of yours he would still be mine. He never stopped loving me. Before your arrival he loved me with his heart and soul, got me whatever I wanted, and made sure I lived in comfort but you changed that. You infected him with your disease, and he lost his senses falling in love with you.”

Maniac laughter takes...