Chapter 325

The grip around her neck kept tightening, that chilling stare in his eyes only getting sharper. Failed? Cast aside? Was he saying he was the one who got the short end of the stick? What made Nelson any better? Why him? Why should he be the one tossed out? Why?! As the lack of air started to overwhelm her, some twisted satisfaction crept into Serena Thompson's eyes. She didn't really fight back, only clung to his arm out of sheer survival instinct. She felt her wound split open again, hot blood seeping out slowly. So this is it... If she was going to die, at least she'd be taking this lunatic with her. Better than clinging to a half-dead life, being everyone's scapegoat. Even if, yeah, it was all her own doing. Still, it wasn't fair. As her vision blurred to nothing, the last thing she focused on was that silver mask. And that jawline—so very much like Nelson's, yet not quite the same. She suddenly burned with the urge to know what he really looked like. Summoning the last shred of her