Chapter26: Should I Kill Them?

[Bianca] The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was. And that thought alone was terrifying. It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way. At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one...this one is just too hard to read. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut. He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time. "I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarm