Chapter 4

My blood completely froze. His voice sounded like a devil straight out of hell. I gripped the note, my hands trembling.

"Why?" My voice was so dry and raspy that it barely sounded like me.

Outside the door, Harry let out a low chuckle. There was no trace of his old warmth, a chilling, bone-deep coldness. "Why?" He savored those two words. "Because you two are too much alike.

"Same confidence, same brains, same delusion that you're in control. I love watching women like you fall from grace. That terror, despair, and the look of utter disbelief are exquisite."

His…