Bastard. Asshole. Demon child. Deadly. The one even Death fears. I've heard them all and wear them like a badge of f**king honor. It's who I am. I couldn't do what I do and live the life I lead if I allowed any of those names to affect me.
Yet, she called me the Devil incarnate and it shifted something inside me. Pair that with her implying I was narcissistic then telling the chief of staff I am a wild card with a heart as cold as the frozen...