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    The girl shrank back in terror, retreating all the way into the corner. Even pressed against the wall, she kept inching backwardi, /iher eyes locked on Morgan as he approached with the menace of a demon.

    “I… I don’t love you.”

    At those words, Morgan froze. His dark, twisted expression softened into something wounded and pitiful, as though she had struck him with unbearable cruelty. He lunged forward, seizing her with desperate strength.

    “Why don’t you love me? Please, I’m begging you. Love me. Just tell me you love me, and whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Say it–just say it!”

    His face grew more and more distorted, as if he were a man on the brink of death.

    “Say you love me. Please, I’m begging you. Say it, now!”

    Under the madness in his eyes, the girl’s voice trembled out, “I… I love you–Ah-”

    The next instant, Morgan sank his teeth into her throat. Blood burst forth as he mped down, tearing iat /iher flesh and devouring it in great, frenzied gulps.

    He wanted to eat Theresa’s flesh, drink Theresa’s blood, swallow her whole until nothing remained. How dare she refuse him?

    The door to his room suddenly burst open.

    “Morgan!”

    A cold, cutting voice rang out behind him.

    “Morgan!”

    Still in his frenzyi, /iMorgan was wrenched away from the lifeless body. His blood–smeared face twisted into a grotesque smile when he saw who had arrived.

    “Magnus, you’re here. Listen–she said it. She said she loved me!”

    Magnus‘ face darkened with fury, “What on earth happened here?”

    “That woman rejected Mr. Nellson again,” Horace exined. “And this time, in public.”

    “Magnus, she didn’t reject me. You heard her–they all said they love me.” Morgan’s red–rimmed eyes turned toward the corpses littering/the room.

    Magnus‘ patience snapped. “Morgan!”

    “Magnus!” Morgan shoved him back, his face twisting once more with a pathetic, almost childlike grief. “She doesn’t love me. She said she’d never marry me, not in this lifetime. How could she hurt me like

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    Magnus red at him with disgust. “Pathetic. You let one woman break you down like this?”

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    “Magnus! She said she doesn’t love me! How would you take it? She said she doesn’t love me!”

    “Fool! What use is her love? If you want her, take her. If she won’t ept you, then kill her.”

    Magnus‘ words sank in. Slowly, Morgan’s wild gaze grew cold.

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    Yes. Theresa had told him he only acted to satisfy himself. But wasn’t that enough? Why should her feelings matter at all? If he wanted her, he would take her. If she resisted, then she would die.

    Magnus pressed on. “I’ll bring her to you. What’s one little camp, acting iso /iarrogant? Even if they’re strong, do they think they can stand against thebined power of the three Ark Camps? They think too highly of themselves, hiding behind scraps of borrowed strength. This time, we’ll teach that KI Camp a lesson they won’t forget.

    “Spread the word. I, Magnus Nellson, will crush Kl Camp!”

    Theresa had already boarded the helicopter.

    Her face was dark with anger the entire way. Morgan’s obsession sickened her.

    She had despised him from the very first moment she met him, back when she rescued people from his camp. Theresa wasn’t some saint, but Morgan’s callous disregard for human life had always been. intolerable to her.

    She never once offered him kindness, yet he kept hounding her.

    Time and again, she had Xavier turn him down. Morgan refused to ept it, insisting on inviting her out, even using his camp as leverage–if she refused, he would show up at hers.

    Theresa had gone along at times, hoping to avoid unnecessary conflict while her camp focused on survival and growth. But no matter the circumstance, her opinion of him never improved.

    Everything about him reeked of arrogance–an entitled heir who had never been denied anything, a man who acted solely ording to his whims.

    If she had to describe him, he was like the old–world nobles who preyed openly on the weak, exploiting their privilege without restraint.

    Theresa had no doubt: if she had been weaker, Morgan would have already ughtered her entire camp and dragged her away by force.

    Her power was the only reason he exercised caution.

    Stilli… /i

    “Theresa, are you all right?” Lucas asked gently.

    “We need to elerate our growth,” she replied, her expression grave.

    She felt the looming threat. They needed to expand, grow stronger, and do it quickly–fast enough to stand against the three Ark Camps before it was toote.

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    When she struck Morgan today, she had already considered the consequences. War was likely inevitable.

    nowb. /b

    But if, after surviving this long in the apocalypse, she still couldn’t protect herself–then everything she had built, everything she had fought for, would be nothing but a cruel joke.

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