Betty's POV

Only he could ruin me. My heart skipped a traitorous beat, and I forgot to breathe for a moment. His eyes were sharp and heavy. That look was nothing but primal obsession

I wanted to scream, what did I do in my past life that made me his favourite target? He was possessive of the prey, the object he had in possession. He was tortured and ruined. That was sick in every single way I could think of.

I released a shaky breath that mixed with his mint breath that ...