"When you really have put a character together piece by piece, what makes it work is a piece of yourself." — John le Carré
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Scarlett was wrong. Sam was not a psycho. He was a monster. The most ruthless of any ever born. She realized that moment as they say across the table from her parents.
After her failed attempt at snatching his phone last night at the hotel, she had dozed even though she was uncomfortable with sleeping on the same bed with them - she was tired both physically, mentally, and emotionally.
In just a week, she had gone from being possessed by a goddess to discovering that her fiancé had been lying to her and that her curse was just a ghost tormenting her and that ghost was no other person than her childhood friend who she had forgotten after he gave up his life for her.
