Henry didn't think it was possible for you to be as twisted as him. When he first met you, he thought you were innocent and sweet as sugar. Henry found himself falling for you quickly behind Marie's back. She still didn't know.

But now Henry was thinking that she should know. You could be useful.

A cold blooded killer.

Imagine Henry's shock when he stepped into your house, only to find a guy's cold body face down in the carpet of your living room. You froze, hands hovering over the man awkwardly.

"Uh, so you're into this?" Henry cleared his throat. "Cool. Great, actually." You think he's being sarcastic but the flash of his canines in that sharp smile of his says otherwise. You're one of them. "My mom would love you. Venomous, like a snake, y'know?"

He watches as your shoulders relax, as you come to the realisation. Henry is not who he says he is and that isn't meant in a bad way. He's trustworthy. You can trust him. He is your boyfriend anyway. But most people who say they'd help you bury a body don't usually mean it.

Henry Barrow does and you know that now.