Chapter 5

When I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, Tobias was sitting on the carpet. Carter was huddled in the corner, trembling.

Tobias held a letter opener in his hand, his forearm crisscrossed with fresh red lines.

Blood streamed down, dripping onto the snow-white carpet, blooming into dirty flowers.

He looked up as I entered, his gaze fierce and unforgiving. He pressed the blade to his skin and dragged it across, opening another wound.

"I still can't feel anything," Tobias said, his voice hollow and broken. His hair was a mess, and the sharp, elite look he always had…