"Max's POV"
I was so pissed at her, because I hate when people play intelligence with me.
The fact that I couldn't do anything about it, other than feel more obsessed to have her, makes my head hurt.
I like her.
In fact, to stop deceiving myself, I am in love with her.
When I first opened my eyes, I saw how she looked like she was battling with something in her head.
Why didn't I possess a supernatural ability?
God knows how much I want to get in there and confuse her. To mess up her head and make sure all she could think about is me.
To find out who the mysterious person she called Honey was and kill him.
Yes! I will kill him. I must look like a nice guy in her eyes, but I am not nice.
Emily was like an existence that made me able to act considerate at times. She was the reason I made sure someone was deserving of death before killing them.
I saw her brows creased in discomfort.
