Chapter 435

"Why? Does your heart ache for her?" I turned around and asked Michael. "Do you know what's the difference between you and Steven?" Michael looked hurt. His grip on my shirt tightened. "No… I just don't want you…" Michael simply didn't want me to commit a murder. He didn't want me to be a criminal. I understood where he came from, but he did not understand me. Michael was different from Steven—Steven would support me unconditionally. If I were the devil, he would be the devil; if I were an angel, he would be an angel. He would exude kindness if I was kind; he would help me if I was evil. But Steven knew me too well. He knew that I would never actually commit a crime… After all, I had my mortals. "This is somebody else's killing ground. Even if I do murder her, who's going to know?" I scoffed. Then, I intentionally questioned Michael, "You wouldn't report me to the police, would you?" Michael grabbed my wrist in a panic. "Stephie… Don't." "You're frighteningly righteous."