In the novels I've read, there's always a scene where a villain will appear to ruin the peace. And this felt just like that one.
The knot in my stomach tightened as a lump of air clogged my throat upon laying my eyes on his figure covered with blood. "Sam…"
Sam walked languidly, dragging a body in his right hand. There was this strange, sinister smirk plastered across his lips as his crimson eyes exuded pleasure from the wary gazes on him. He may appear the same, but the air around him felt unfamiliar.
Was this just another illusion? How could he drastically change in a brief span of days? I bit my tongue and slapped my cheek to wake myself up, only to realize this was the reality.
"It's good to see you, Stefan." His menacing voice sent a chill down my spine as he dropped the body. I jumped when he set his eyes on me and added, "and I miss you, my bride," and his smirk stretched wider.
Did he really mean that? I didn't think so.
