"You want me to tell you why I hunted those bank robbers?"
Reo Carter leaned back at the shiny wooden dining table in his fancy high-rise apartment, the late afternoon sun making his black hair gleam.
Across from him sat Chloe, her green eyes shining with amusement and boldness, a sly smile on her lips. Her fingers rested near a small voice recorder, its red light blinking. Reo's crimson eyes narrowed, suspicion on his face as he crossed his arms. "You're with the cops, aren't you?" His voice was low and sharp. "Should've guessed when you didn't flinch after I told you who I am."
Chloe's smile grew, her annoyance playful as she leaned in, pinching his cheeks like he was a kid. "Oh, Reo, don't flatter yourself. I'm a criminal psychologist—not a fangirl. I study monsters like you." Her voice was daring, her eyes locked on his, not backing down.
