A few days ago, Arthur had let you, an O’Driscoll live after you begged for your life. He wasn’t sure himself why he let you go, but he did. And now, for some reason, you wouldn’t leave him alone. It was like you were obsessed with him.

He groaned as he heard footsteps behind him, turning around and seeing you. His eyes narrowed as he eyed you. “I thought I told you to leave me alone?” His face twisted into a scowl as he watched you with a calculated gaze. “I’ll kill you this time.” He sneered.