“Are you feeling any better?” Aaron walked in. “Being interrogated by the police—how does it feel to be the first to do that to me?”

A deep-seated hatred filled my eyes. “Are you asking me if watching you, such a wicked demon, escape without a trace of punishment feels satisfying?”

I had known it would come to this, yet I couldn’t accept it.

Aaron brushed his fingers against my cheek. “Kaye, please don’t look at me like that. I can get hurt too.”

“Hurt? You stand there without a scratch!” My voice came like a howl from hell. “Aaron, I’ve never despised anyone as much as I despise you! Congratulations...