He shakes his head. “Men are more likely to be serial killers. Jameson gives me the inside scoop. Snow and the board suspect it’s a man. He’s a skilled killer.”
“You told me you were a suspect.”
“I am. I’m a skilled killer, too, Lilac. The board suspects it’s one of their top killers in the club.”
“D-do you feel any remorse for those people’s lives?”
He’s eerily quiet for a few seconds. “No. But you already knew the answers to both those questions, my princess.”
He is absolutely right.
“Why are you interested in my background in killing?”
He reaches for my cheek again, but I peel his hand away.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
I bolt inside and lock the door.
I don’t trust Irvin.
I can’t escape him—he’ll find me. But I need a plan.
I’m going to document everything.
And if I find out Irvin is the killer… I don’t know what I’ll do.
If it’s him, and I confront him—what will he do?
Will I become his next victim?
Could I stay with someone like that?
The ceiling spins, and I steady myself on the toilet lid.
I’ve never felt so lost.
And I don’t know what to do.
Irvin
Istudy my princess’s face as she types on her computer. She looks so innocent, so focused.
Lilac has been acting weird since yesterday, ever since she got home from school. She looked… spooked.
We lie in bed, and I cup her face, stroking my thumb across her soft lips. I want complete dominance over her mind, sexual dominance, to test her limits. I want her to crave me and become completely dominant over me. I want her to want me the way I want her.
She’s not there yet.
“Have you heard of the wordlimerence?”
“No.”
Her eyes meet mine. “It’s someone who’s obsessed with, wants control of, the person.”
I smirk. “Are you trying to diagnose me, my sweet Lilac?”
She laughs nervously. “Of course.”
