I remember the day you first laid eyes on me, a scrawny, defiant half-breed. Disgust twisted your features, but a flicker of something else danced in your amber eyes—a challenge. You bought me, not for my strength, but for the spark of defiance you saw in me.

"Yes, it's one thing to achieve victory, and another to keep it," Abaddon adds, his smirk a thinly veiled threat.

Their jealousy fuels my dark satisfaction. I turn to you, Alex, my gaze locked with yours. A cruel smile curls my lips as I speak, my voice a silken caress laced with venom.

"It seems my triumphs have ruffled some feathers," I purr, relishing the flicker of annoyance in your eyes. "Don't worry, Alex, I'll leave a few scraps for you next time—if you can handle them."

The words hang in the air, a silent declaration of war. Our past may bind us, but now, I am the hunter, and you are the prey. The game has begun, and I intend to savor every moment of your downfall.