Page 191 of Chains of Obsession

“Jenny? You’re his mother?” I ask, gently placing Xander’s head down on the floor. I pick up the gun and stumble over to her.

Her eyes widen in fear. I can see the similarities. But Xander will always be a spitting image of his dad.

I lift the gun, pressing it to her temple, and she frantically shakes her head.

“You're the woman who did this to him. The one that made him feel worthless. Made him out to be a monster. Who clouded him with demons and sucked the soul out of him.” My hand trembles as I press my finger to the trigger, my breaths coming in shaky.

I move to the side, giving Xander one last view of his mother, who’s supposed to be dead.

"He doesn't deserve to be happy," she spits at him. Her voice quivers. She's scared. Exactly as she should be.

"You fucking bitch," I grit, my body shaking uncontrollably. “I hope you remember his face and see what you could’ve had as you rot in hell. I hope you never know peace, Jenny.”

I pull the trigger, and her body slumps.

I blow out a breath. The second person I’ve killed today, but somehow, I feel no remorse about that. Just pure satisfaction. Justice. Peace.

This. This is what it feels like to go to limitless lengths for someone you love. Someone that you’re wholly obsessed with.

This is what it feels like for Xander.

A grunt sounds from behind me. Xander. I rush back over to him.

“I love you, Camila Wilder. I think my soul loved you long before we met. You were never just an obsession. I need you to understand that.”

“Xander, no, stop. Stay with me,” I sob through my clenched teeth, dropping the gun again and putting pressure with my good hand on his wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. “Where is the fucking ambulance?” I shout.

I watch as everyone fixes their eyes on the scene before them, different emotions passing over their faces. Sadness, shock, guilt. Nova’s eyes are lined with silver, and Jac is kneeling a few inches away from us, head held down.

Xander’s chest slows under my hand. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn. Bringing my broken arm on top of my hand, I press harder. “If you die, I will fucking kill you, Xander Warren.”

Slower.

His eyes close.

His chest stops moving.

A ringing starts in my ears, everything around me blurring. I can feel Jacques next to me, pressing his forehead to Xander’s. I think he’s saying something.