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    “I don’t care, Theresa! No matter what you say, no matter how many times you push me away, I love you! I can’t change that!”

    The sharp crack of a p echoed. Theresa struck him so hard that Morgan staggered back.

    Without hesitation, she picked up the bouquet he had brought and walked straight toward him. “Morgan, don’t fool yourself. That isn’t love.

    “Even children know that when someone says no, you stop. How many times have I turned you down? Maybe not a hundred, but at least ten. Have you ever once listened to what I actually said?

    “You’re selfish. What you love isn’t me–it’s yourself. You never care what anyone else thinks or feels. You wrap it up in some show of devotion, but the truth is you’re only serving your own ego. You’re not chasing love, you’re chasing your own desire. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

    The world had far too many men like Morgan–men who mistook rejection for shyness, who convinced themselves that if they just tried again, confessed again, pressed harder, then surely the woman would say

    yes.

    They had no concept of what no really meant. Whether the refusal was blunt or gentle, they twisted it into something else, erasing the woman’s words until only their own fantasy remained.

    At the core, it was ack of respect.

    They didn’t see the woman as an equal human being with feelings of her own.

    They loved only themselves, clinging to their imagined sincerity while marching forward again and again -not noble, but selfish and cruel, hiding behind the mask of passion.

    Theresa crushed the flowers in her hand, pped the broken petals across Morgan’s face, and grabbed him by the cor. She looked him straight in the eye.

    “I’ll say this onest time. I do not love you. Stop harassing me. If you don’t, then you’re a dead man.”

    She flung him aside, turned on her heel, and strode toward the elevator with her three silent spectators trailing behind.

    Tyger felt satisfied.

    Kyle felt even more satisfied.

    Quentin thought it was downright exhrating.

    iWell /iisaid/i!

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    After Theresa left, Morgan sank into silence.

    There was an old saying, “if a man doesn’t break in his fury, he warps in his silence.”

    Morgan warped.

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    “Mr. Nellson, the second–inmand has locked himself away for days. He’s dragged in woman after woman, hasn’te out, won’t eat or drink.”

    “Over a few women, you bother me with this nonsense?” Magnus had been meditating to strengthen his ability and was in no mood for interruptions.

    “It isn’t that simple, Mr. Nellson. His mind power is unstable. We’re worried about his health.”

    Magnus‘ expression darkened further, and he strode toward Morgan’s quarters.

    Inside, a group of young women huddled together in the corner, trembling. All eyes were fixed on the man standing in the center, silent and menacing.

    “You. Start.”

    Morgan stepped toward the nearest woman. A chilling smile spread across his face.

    “Do you love me?”

    “Mr. Nellson, I–I love you.”

    “Louder.”

    “I love you!” Her face had gone pale with fear.

    “Then why doesn’t she love me?”

    “S–She must be blind. You’re so… so wonderful. Every woman in the world should love you.”

    Morgan helped her to her feet, smiling. “You believe that too, don’t you?”

    The girl swallowed hard, then nodded quickly. “Yes, of course. You’re handsome, powerful. No woman in her right mind could turn you down.”

    “What else?”

    “She must be crazy. She’s pretending. She isn’t even human–she’s-”

    The woman hadn’t even finished speaking before Morgan’s hand mped hard around her throat.

    “Who gave you permission to insult her?”

    The grin on his face twisted into something dark and menacing. With a sharp crack, he snapped her neck and flung her body aside.

    The other women shrieked and pressed tighter into the corner, watching terror freeze in theirpanion’s eyes before life left herpletely,

    “Say it! Do you love me?

    “Answer me!

    “Do you love me?”

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    A chorus of sobs filled the room.

    Morgan looked at them, and with his bare hands he began snapping necks one by one.

    “Have I wronged you?

    “I’m perfect! I’m everything you could want! I love you!

    “And you dare cry? Then you must not love me either!”

    iCrack/i. iCrack/ii. /iiCrack/i.

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    His mind powershed out, shattering the bodies of girl after girl until only one remained, curled on the floor, hands mped over her ears, staring at him in mute horror.

    Morgan saw her still breathing. He strode toward her.

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