"You… wanted me to kill you?"
The air felt still as Jackson felt his heart sink.
"No," he shook his head and tried to smile. "Fil, you know I can't do that. I would never…"
Again, he trailed off when he saw that look on her face. This look didn't bear the confusion he expected from her. Rather, this look was something Latrice usually carried when certain things happened that earned other people's reactions except for her.
"I can't, Fil," he whispered as he held her hand. "Don't make me do it, please."
"I know you can't," she smiled subtly and clasped his hand. "Especially after the times we bonded. I cannot ask you to do that anymore. It's cruel."
Hearing this, Jackson felt a little at ease. However, there was this lingering fear in his heart. Before he could bring up anything, Fil spoke.
"Jack, it is not me who is stealing your senses. It's Filomena."
Deep lines appeared between his brows. "Filomena? You mean…?"
