Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Vivian jumped into the courtyard of the police station without making a noise.

Looking up, she saw a faint light coming from a room on the second floor. Swallowing her fears, she climbed up in Kurt's wake and found herself in the coroner's office.

A strong smell of formalin invaded Vivian's nostrils at her arrival. She was stunned to see the young man transfixed by a corpse that had undergone an autopsy.

“Isn't that Jason?”

Vivian's dark eyes widened as her tiny hands clapped to her mouth.

How did he know that Jason's body would be here?

Her pupils dilated in horror, and Vivian's head swam with more questions than answers since leaving the hospital.

However, Kurt barely moved a muscle as he stood over the body. After staring at it quietly for five minutes, he gently touched its stone-cold face.

Vivian was not sure if she had imagined detecting a trace of sadness in his gesture.

A little later, Kurt returned the corpse to its locker before emerging again.

“Kurt?” Vivian called tentatively. She did not hide from him. Instead, she craned her neck to look at him cautiously under the cold and dark night sky.

Instead of acknowledging her, Kurt merely stared into the pitch-black distance with a cold menace in his eyes.

Without warning, he jumped out of the window.

Vivian panicked. We're on the second floor! What about me?

in silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from the place he had disappeared through

powder on the ground where she last saw

good thing I thought ahead,” she muttered with a triumphant smile. “I knew he wouldn't wait, so I tagged him

the faint moonlight, she dashed off in the direction he

of Kurt at a hotel in Jadeborough. It was one of the few places in the city where the lights

“Murderer! Murderer!”

regard for her safety, Vivian

suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding a sharp dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the guests, he stabbed

sirens blaring outside the hotel. She

committing

the clerk cried, color draining from

out of here alive

the dagger into the clerk's chest until its point came out of her

the exact spot of the bullet that had penetrated Jason's bulletproof

did you know where we are?” the clerk asked with a horrible gargling

of the boy's lips. Behind his ears, three black veins became conspicuous, resembling his pupils' blackness at

rooted to the

“Kurt...”

the time the police stormed into the building, the

night traveling around the city, watching the rampage in

she could not hold on anymore for fear

not turn his weapon on

a supermarket, he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery from all the blood

weapon fell to the