Chapter 166

The Prey

We reached the mansion in no time. The sun was already set replaced by the traitorous moon hanging arrogantly in the damn sky. I stepped out of the car and the faint crunch of stones under my boots pulled me in the present, though my mind churned with thoughts I could not quiet.

The ride home had been comfortable, but my head had been anything but.

Judas’s gentleness, the strange softness in his gaze—it clashed violently with the memories of what he’d done to me. Why did he haunt me like this? Why did I care about the darks in his eyes when I should only see the blood on his hands?

I tightened my grip on the cardigan.

What did I know about him, really? Nothing. Just the scraps he let me saw. A smirk here, a touch there. But what lay beneath? What monsters crawled in the depths of his soul?

The thought made me shudder. What did he bury under all that arrogance? Guilt? Regret? Love? Hate? Maybe it was all the same to someon