Chapter 147
NIKOLAJ'S POV.
I took my hand off him and stepped back quickly.
Jaime was breathing hard with terror in his eyes, and my sight cleared. He was just Jaime again, not a bloody corpse.
"You're right. I spiked your drink! What are you going to do about it? You can't even get angry, or you'll kill someone! I dare you. Get mad. Kill me! Come on! Do it!" he screamed. My claws sank into my palms.
He laughed out loud and rubbed his neck.
"You're a monster now, Nikolaj. Tell me. How does it feel? Does it feel good?"
"Where is the cure?" I asked, walking toward him.
"Murder someone. That's the cure," he laughed again, though I could still see the fear in his eyes.
"Jaime."
"There's no cure. It's mixed with your blood now. Every time you feel something, it's going to be triggered. Like a poison you can't get rid of. You can try being a murderer. I'm sure Georgia will still stay with you, even if you become one," he said, backing away. I let him leave.
