‘He did nothing, you complete fucking sociopath. He did absolutely fucking nothing. For once in my life, a guy bypassed groping me to help me stand up. He was a gentleman! Something you know nothing about! You killed a man for fucking helping me get up on my feet!’ I spit venomously at him, straining to face him down over Mico’s solid forearm, and he sneers back at me.

‘Trust me, he’s not dead. Yet! … You seem to have a high opinion of him, for just being a nobody, who did nothing.’ He spits back childishly. The fierce in him peeking up and raw hatred mirrored in his expression....