Rayven studied Angelica in the dim light. She held him in a hypnotic trance with her blue eyes. Without even realizing it, he was bothering to talk to her. He liked the way she spoke her mind and wasn't afraid of him yet it annoyed him. But what annoyed him the most was that he couldn't know what she was thinking.
Of all people, why couldn't he read her thoughts? It was as if she was a punishment sent to him from the heavens. An angel sent to punish this demon.
The way she tortured him was worse than Lucrezia's tortures. He had been burned many times, but this woman's flames scorched him deep into his soul. If she could only bring his death the way she easily tormented him. If she only knew that the pain from his scars was nothing compared to the pain of living. The pain of having to wake up every day and breathe was the worst punishment and waking up with her in his home was even worse.
