It was tempting to sit in a tree outside Dylan's property with a pair of binoculars, but he knew the sneaky bugger had camera's set up out there. Alice had assured him she would be fine, that she could handle anything he threw at her, but honestly... that was bullshit. She wasn't as weak as he and Dylan had originally assumed—she was a warrior—but Dylan had ways of finding people's weaknesses and exploiting them. He was a genius when it came to inflicting suffering

"You're desperate for praise, aren't you? Just crying out for love and adoration. Why is that? Did Mommy not cuddle you enough?" Caleb sneered. "You always want to hear about my childhood trauma but what caused your damage, huh? Did Daddy never tell you he was proud?" Dylan turned his head away, face stretched into a hateful scowl. Caleb didn't allow it, grabbing him by the chin and lifting his staring into his eyes.