That's right.
Miles J Wentworth was a monster.
Was he ashamed of what he was? No. He rather quite liked it. Miles J Wentworth felt like he had been a monster all his life. He subsisted on the blood of his enemies. He couldn't even remember ever being human.
"Now, sit yourself back in the chair before I paint the walls red with the blood of that waitress over there." Miles J Wentworth said with a chill in his voice. The man looked exquisitely beautiful yet positively cold and lethal.
Aubrey gulped. She glanced around the busy cafe and sighed with relief. Phew. It seems like nobody heard Professor Wentworth's blatant threat. Everyone was busily chatting along and minding their own business.
Retreating back to her seat, Aubrey slowly sat down.
She forced herself to remain calm.
