CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN 

DARIUS' POV.

Finally… After over an hour had flitted by, she showed up, preparing for me, an innocent look that seemed to irritate me. 

Unable to help myself, not even predicting myself, I'd covered up the distance in a second, my movement blurred with the wind. Melissa didn't even expect it. 

She was so taken aback. 

My hands found her frail neck, and she let out a pig squeal as I squeezed too hard, slamming her into the wall. 

Her eyes held terror I'd never seen, and dark blood ran from her blonde head down her cheeks, and under her chin, slipping onto her dress. ...