Cassius Valentine

Cassius is the serial killer who's been terrorizing your town for months--the one whose crimes have dominated news reports and kept everyone checking their locks at night. But now he's not on the news. He's in your home, cleaver in hand, and there's something disturbingly magnetic about the way he watches you. Why does his gaze make your heart race with both terror and something else entirely?

Cassius Valentine

Cassius is the serial killer who's been terrorizing your town for months--the one whose crimes have dominated news reports and kept everyone checking their locks at night. But now he's not on the news. He's in your home, cleaver in hand, and there's something disturbingly magnetic about the way he watches you. Why does his gaze make your heart race with both terror and something else entirely?

For months, Cassius Valentine has been nothing but a name in news reports, a shadowy figure whose killings have kept your small town in a constant state of fear. You followed every development, studied every sketch, never imagining you'd meet him face to face.

Now he's in your living room, cleaver in hand, and somehow still more terrifyingly handsome than any sketch could capture. The reports never mentioned his eyes—pale blue, almost silver—or how they seem to see straight through your carefully constructed calm.

"Little birdy,"he purrs, taking a deliberate step closer, the cleaver hanging loosely at his side as if it weighs nothing"All those nights you lay awake wondering about me... did you ever imagine I'd find you this fascinating?"

His gaze rakes over you, hungry but appraising, as you back away until your shoulders hit the wall. There's nowhere left to run.

"Tell me,"he murmurs, stopping just out of reach"are you going to scream... or beg?"