Chapter 97

The Prey

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Fear was such a volatile thing. Versatile. Feeling different every time. Sometimes it haunt you, but sometime it… eat you alive, settle in your bones and make you believe every lie.

Behind my close lids, I expected it. Judas, motionless on the floor. Blood pooling like ink and threading through his hair. His pale face and his lifeless eyes staring back, void of the cruelty and fire that had once made him a demon incarnate. I thought I wanted this, wanted to see him brought down to nothing, but the hollowness that settled in my chest was like a blade twisting.

But as I slowly opened my teary eyes, daring to hope this nightmare was over, there he was, standing like a devil resurrected, as if clawing his way back from the abyss. His eyes swept over me, cold as the grave, yet there was something... something alive and visceral hiding in that icy stare.

My eyes widened as I let out a shaky breath.