Eric burned under the growing stares and whispers, the chatter slicing into him like dull knives. A normal guy would've bolted by now, but Eric wasn't normal. His obsession with Sera ran deeper than sanity.
Alex's smug grin caught his eye, and something clicked—loud and ugly—in Eric's head.
"I get it now. It's all you," he snarled, pointing at Alex like he'd cracked the case. "You've been screwing me over this whole time—just to steal Sera from me. You're so lowlife, you'd pull this dirty crap!"
Alex and Sera blinked, baffled.
What the hell was he ranting about? Had the protagonist finally snapped—pushed over the edge by what he'd just seen? Alex wondered if toying with a nutcase broke any laws.
Eric's face twisted, borderline unhinged. "I saved her grandpa in the hospital—I know I did. Then he drops dead out of nowhere? That's you, pinning it on me!" His voice climbed, wild with certainty.
