Page 64 of The Pretty Psycho

"Stay." She pointed her finger at me, her words filled with acid. "I don't want to talk to you. Not right now, Adrian. Not right fucking now."

She practically ran up the stairs, disappearing through the doors, but I wasn't worried.

"Dude," Dimitri yelled. "Are you fucking smiling?"

Oh, I was. I was definitely smiling because this meant I wasn't the only jealous one in this relationship.

She was too.

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Something was sittingon my heart, slowly picking at it, clawing through the middle, making me bleed out on this marble fucking floor I walked on, as I rushed toward the training room, where I knew I could throw my knives. Okay, fine.

I knew what was sitting on my heart, or rather, who was sitting on my heart, but as I went through the long hallways of the Academy, heading toward my target, I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to think about the scene I had just witnessed nor the fact that I almost—almost—killed that girl.

Woman.

Whatever the fuck she was.

It didn't help that she looked like a supermodel, all shiny hair and those big, round eyes and plump lips without a single bruise on her body. It also didn't help that I had way too many insecurities when it came to this whole relationship with Adrian.

This was exactly why I wanted to run from him. This heaviness in my chest was exactly what I wanted to avoid. One look at the two of them made me see how someone else could make him maybe even happier than me with all my fucked-up thoughts and past. I would never be able to give him kids, heirs,and wasn't that what every single man in this world wanted or maybe even needed?

For someone to continue their legacy.

There was also the fact that I had no idea what I wanted for my future or where I wanted to be. Staying with him would mean staying in this fucked-up world, and I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to keep on living from mission to mission, thankful that I'd survived. While also sad that they didn't kill me, finally, saving me from this misery.

Seeing them together turned my stomach around, making me feel sick. As he only stood there, letting her kiss him with his hands on her butt. I wasn't a fool. I already suspected they had something in the past, but what that something was, I had no idea. What if it was something serious? What if she was the girl he was supposed to stay with?

What if she could give him everything I would never be able to?

"Fuck!" I roared, pushing the doors of the training room open, seeing several other people standing around, talking or getting ready to throw knives. I had never spoken to any of them, but judging by the look in their eyes, they knew who I was.

But they all stayed away, noticing my energy and the need to be left alone.

I was thankful Adrian stayed behind, letting me go when I needed time to myself. Maybe I had overreacted and shouldn't have run off, but I couldn't stay there while the memories of the two of them together kept flashing in front of my eyes. Hell, I could barely take it now when I was away from all of them.

The hope I had for the two of us was a volatile little thing, feeling like the best damn thing to ever happen to you in the beginning, turning you into this jealous monster over time because you didn't want to let it go. There were not many things in my life I could hope for, but him… He was what I dreamed of.He was what I wished for during those times I thought I knew what I wanted for my future.

Even as uncertain as I was, I knew I wanted him there, with me, running into the motherfucking sunset together if need be, but I wanted him with me. And the moment that woman's lips landed on his, every single one of those dreams shattered, leaving me breathless, boneless, half dead, because I suddenly couldn't see myself in all those illusions I was having.

I could only see the two of them.

People moved away, giving me space as I stalked toward the last booth, happy to see it empty. Several throwing knives already stood on the high table to my right, with a brand-new target in front of me, ready for my anger. Had I stayed there I would've taken out this anger on either him or her, and the last thing we all needed was for her to pull back from this war, because even I knew we needed every single person.

And it wasn't like I could run or get away from here. I knew what was at stake and I knew there were people outside these walls that wanted to harm me. I was good, but I wasn't as good as the entire Zylla Empire. If Heinrich and Gerard were working together, then that meant they had twice as many people to go after us, and Heinrich knew me.

He knew every single one of my hiding places. He knew how I thought, what I wanted, and how I acted in these situations. He knew me better than I wanted to admit, so I was stuck.

Stuck inside these walls, slowly going crazy.

Then there was that other thing. The fact that Tyler wasn't just Tyler. He was Dain, Adrian's brother, and I still didn't know how I felt about that. I wasn't processing any of this properly, and some shrink out there in the world would have a field day examining me and listening to my life story.

Maybe I didn't know how to process all these emotions, but I knew how to get rid of my anger, at least for a little while.Instead of pondering over all the things I couldn't change, I focused on my target, my eyes narrowing at the drawn head on white paper and the points written between the lines. I didn't exactly care for the points, nor did I care about the target itself.

Instead, I imagined Tyler's, or, well, Dain's face right in the middle of it, letting the anger fuel me. I flexed the fingers of my right hand, still wincing when the sharp pain shot through my arm, letting me know I was nowhere near ready to use that hand.

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