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.

see you. All these years, the only thing keeping me alive was you. So, for you, I must live a

stared at

me. Lay down your weapons and surrender

and rose to your current position was

her with interest. His gaze held a deep admiration

robbed of the opportunity to catch you with my own hands. I wouldn't be able to see you face justice for all the things you've done. I wouldn't be able to avenge all those innocent lives

finish, Christopher's clammy hand grasped her wrist. She struggled to free herself, but he held firm

"Let go of me!"

gown slipped, revealing a line of small, bruised needle marks on

a crazed intensity. "I know killing me is what you've dreamed of. I'm giving you this chance now. Go ahead, stab me wherever you like. As long as it pleases you, as long as it makes you happy, I don't care what

truly are insane!" She threw off his hand, tossed the knife aside,

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