147 : Rhysand : A Flashback

Seven years later.

I leaned back in my chair after finishing chatting with business colleagues who happened to stop me and engage me in conversation with so much nonsense.

I took a sip of wine, putting my hands in the pockets of my formal trousers, looking at a woman sitting with her family. There were two women with the same face, and I didn't have to bother to tell which was the other and which was the woman I had been obsessed with for the past seven years.

Amanda Dimitriou.

Yeah, I've fallen that deep for her. There wasn't a day I spent without watching her from afar until I could even recognize her from a hundred meters away. If she only knew what I've done—how many people's blood I've spilled just because of that about her .. would she have run away?

Well, of course yes. Do i care? No. The thing Amanda should know is that she can't run away from me when I come to claim her later.

I've already made a plan. Did something to her : got her wasted tonight, stole her, and then brought