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The cold blades of the scissors pressed against my throat. "Say that again." Orion Blackthorne's voice was low, sweet as honey laced with poison. I looked at his devastatingly handsome face, beautiful to the extreme yet utterly devoid of warmth, and gathered every ounce of courage I had. "Orion, we're breaking up." He laughed, "Isolde, stop trying to get my attention like this." Orion, the most unhinged villain in this book, was my fiancé. And I was the vicious female supporting character, Isolde Fairchild, the one who kept throwing herself onto the path of his descent into darkness, only to end up with her neck snapped by his own hands. His long fingers applied the slightest pressure. The sharp edge of the scissors pressed into my skin, leaving a faint white line. "You don't want to break up," he said, his tone firm, as certain as if he were stating an undeniable truth. "You want me to kiss you."