Thomas' POV
I watch him silently as he stalks the room in front of me, his eyes staying on my body as he paces back and forth making my skin scrawl in disgust.
The knife in his hand is fluttering expertly between his fingers and though I know I should be scared, I'm only ready to defend myself and Zack in any way I can. Even if that means laying down my life, hopefully giving him at least a fighting chance to survive this psychotic bastard and maybe even find his Second Chance. Even if the idea of him loving someone else and giving his heart to another breaks me down in a way that makes me want to just give up now so I don't have to worry about thinking about the possibility of that future again.
