Page 68 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

The name once again reminds me how I ended up in this mess, and as I follow one of the dark four, I wonder about one thing.

Why do we make wish lists?

Because from my point of view…

My wishes and dreams screwed me over.

Or it’s what I believe I should think.

When in truth, the only thought bothering me right now is Remi’s reaction and something akin to hurt ringing in his statement. The stupid and desperate part of me craves to soothe it, because I hate bringing him pain.

Only, these are just my illusions.

Villains don’t need compassion.

I just have to focus on this game and play it to a T to survive among them, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get out of it.

Even if it means breaking my heart over and over again.

Remi

I regret the moment I ever met you.

Her angrily spat statement rings in my ear as anger fuels my blood, while the desire to break something becomes too strong, my fists itching for a fight, but there’s no time for one.

The clock is ticking, and the longer I stall, the longer I’m away from my revenge, which is unacceptable.

No one and nothing will stand in my way to execute my vengeance, not even pain and tears in my future bride’s eyes.

Regret.

That’s the feeling I’m familiar with the most in this life, since everyone always regretted me.

Why would Penelope be an exception to this rule?

Her compassionate nature and self-sacrifice didn’t surprise me, even though it disappointed me. But it also awed me, and not many things do, because she is ready to do anything to protect her sister.

I can admire loyalty, but I can never expect it from her in return.

It doesn’t matter.

She will be my wife tonight.

And then her loyalty will be mine by default.

For going against me would mean death to those she loves.

After all, I’m a monster.

And we do not have hearts.

Chapter Nine

“I wish it was me he wants.

He is a monster.

Yet I still cannot help but want to be on the receiving end of his obsession.

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