For those who did not know Christopher, it would be impossible to associate him with words as extreme as 'viper', 'beast' or 'demon'.

Bella slowly stepped to his bedside, her eyes cold and scrutinizing as she observed him.

"Bella, I'm sick..." Christopher's reddened eyes betrayed his vulnerability. He could not hold it in any longer and reached out to grab her hand.

Bella did not give him the chance. She immediately stepped out of reach and frowned at him.

"What a shame." She curled her lips into a mocking smile. "You are only sick, not dead."

After a pause, Christopher leaned back against the headboard, his gaze tender and lingering. "Bella, I won't die so easily. If I were to die, I would never be able to see you again."

Bella let out a cold laugh, her fist clenched tightly.

to return from Sentania and see you. All these years, the

at him

about me, you would listen to me. Lay down

The only reason you crawled out of the gutter and rose to your current position was because of your incessant

considering her with interest. His

to catch you with my own hands. I wouldn't be

finish, Christopher's clammy hand grasped her wrist. She struggled to free

"Let go of me!"

needle marks on his arm. While Bella stared, distracted, he pressed the hilt of a fruit knife into her

crazed intensity. "I know killing me is what you've dreamed of. I'm giving you this chance now. Go

She threw off his hand, tossed the knife aside, and left without looking

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