“I’m not afraid to hurt you, you know,” Chloe growled, “I have no remorse for a brat like you who doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”
“Oh no, I believe you. To be here, you must have a rotten soul. But I don’t think you can actually hurt me,” he taunts, his tone venomous, “You just tried, right? And it didn’t do a darn thing, so what do you think you’re going to do?” Joey takes a step closer to her, only about a foot of space between them now.











