Dexter

My feet went faster, just in time to stop Vivian. It seems there wasn't any more progress in our plans?

I dragged her by her arm towards a more serene space where no one passes frequently, and we were very much okay here—well, for now.

"Ouch, Dexter, why would you drag me like that?" she asked, as she yanked her right arm free from my grip.

"I don't understand, Vivian... It seems you are relaxed in our plans now," I spoke, as I ran my hand through my hair. "Or are you growing cold feet?" I arched my brows.

"What? Of course not, Dexter. Revenge is ours, and I'm...