She would rather he had the knife on her neck. It was killing her, seeing him hurt. Why is he so cruel, so cruel to himself? But I love him so much.
His hand trembled, with the knife only an inch away from his neck. He was too concerned about Nathalia to even take a single look at the cuts. "Where is she?" he asked again, impatiently.
It had been a few hours since Nathalia disappeared, and she was possibly suffering from much pain at the moment. The mere thought of it drove him mad. He tried not to think, not to imagine. It was all too much for him. Every second was torture.
With tears in her eyes, for the first time, Anna yelled, "Spencer, is she really that important to you? More important to your life? What about me, then? I love you so much. Aren't you grateful or moved at all?
