Chapter 225

Orion I'm not stupid. I know what a psychopath is. I just always thought they were the villains in movies.Dead eyes. Creepy smiles. The serial killer type. Not someone I'd ever talk to. Definitely not someone I'd kiss. Kinda like how I thought vampires weren't real either. And yet, here I was, in my bedroom, staring at my laptop, still reeling from the fact that I'd made out with one. In the back of the damn library. I let out a snort. "Ridiculous" didn't even come close. So what she told me back there ? It wasn't some dramatic line. She wasn't faking it. Her indifference wasn't an act. It was just... her. Real. Raw. She felt nothing. At all. That kiss ? The bite ? The weird spark I thought we shared ? To her, it was just a transaction. A physical response. A need. Meanwhile, I'm here losing my mind, replaying every second, every sound she made, remembering the way her breath hitched, the way her skin smelled. Psychopaths don't fall for people. They don't get attached. They don't miss