Chapter 232: Killer Instinct

Olivia POV

I worked better when I was frustrated. It was sick but undeniably true. Love and hate, sex and violence, art and creativity, all came from the same basic drive and could be directed every which way.

It worked when I was happy too, but who could be happy all the time? It was less a matter of caging the rage than shifting it in a new direction.

I went through two sketching pencils in the first few hours. ...