"That's okay."
"I'm just not sure which day I'll lose control. To secure my position, I'll do whatever it takes..."
"I'm going to lock you up."
"I want a baby who's just as cute as you."
"And then, we'll never be apart again."
The man stared at her, his breath low. In the darkness, his eyes glinted with a strange light.
He was like a wretched stray that, upon catching the scent of blood, uncontrollably revealed its bloodthirsty nature.
Hearing his words, Mia Grant furrowed her brow.
In truth, she didn't doubt the sincerity of Yates Donovan's words one bit.
'He's a madman. The fact that he dares to say such things means he's truly capable of doing them.'
'He might even do something crazier than what he described.'
'Take the last world, for example.'
'He has a real "talent" for coercive love.'
'If I hadn't known him for so long, this breakup wouldn't have just been a game.'
'Otherwise, a person like me, who values her life, would have run for the hills.'
