Javien wasn't angry. Instead, a very thin sarcastic smile formed on his lips. He stepped one more step, forcing Olivia to back up until her body touched the cold wall.
"Psycho?"
Javien repeated that word in a very low tone, almost like a devil's whisper. He raised his hand, then touched the end of Olivia's hair with a rough finger.
"If protecting what belongs to me is called crazy... then I've been out of my mind for a long time, Olivia. And you should be afraid, because a madman will never release his prey."
His purple eyes stared directly into Olivia's pupils, locking all that girl's movement. Olivia slapped Javien's hand away. She stared sharply toward that man. Then walked away from him. As if she had already put up a wall between them.
"Don't come near me... from now on."
"I hate being close... to anyone especially you!!"
she said firmly. While walking toward her vanity table.
