6. This is the only way, isn't it?
Katarina.
I look at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me.
My long hair falls silkily down my back, my face is neatly made up, looking more natural than I bet Demyan wanted. The red dress fits my body, my elegantly draped shoulders hide the bruises marring my skin.
I look perfect.
But inside I'm a chaotic storm that wants to ravage everything in its path.
Starting with Killian Colleman.
Too bad I can't do it.
I continue to stare at myself in the mirror, at the gray eyes staring back at me, as gray as the storm raging inside me, ignoring the psychopath's presence as he enters behind me.
"You don't have your shoes on" he says dispassionately, as empty as he surely is inside.
How envious of such disinterest.
How envious to have an em
