"Are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?" Sebastian asked, visibly irritated. So many things went through her mind that she didn't know what the best thing to do was: obey and leave him alone or stay by his side. Of course, she chose the second option. Damn it, she never listened to others. She believed that eventually it would come back at her.

Scarlett's chest heaved and she exhaled loudly. She approached him and sat down next to him on the bed. She thought about how uncomfortable the bed was and wondered how anyone could sleep on it without constant back pain. It would be more comfortable to sleep on nails than this.

Sebastian stared at her as she did so, then rolled his eyes in a way that made Scarlett think he'd be looking at the inside of his head forever. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and then stopped them on his temples. He closed his eyes and sighed. "What are you doing, Scarlett?" He asked her. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Believe it or not, I've been asked that a lot in the last few days."

"If you make such stupid decisions on a daily basis, I understand why."

"You think I'm wrong? That I want to stay with you?"

She had never been this close to him. So close that she could hear his heartbeat in this glass isolation. His lips parted slightly, and his blue eyes watched her suspiciously, analyzing her. She knew he doubted her intentions, but she had to gain his trust completely. She was sure that much more could be said than what had been said.

''I'm a killer, Scarlett. You remember? I killed girls like you. Why do you think it's smart to sit alone in the same room with me?"

I killed girls like you. Scarlett's skin shuddered at the words, and her heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly how to say the words that leave the greatest impression on a person in cold blood. Maybe he's smarter than I thought, she thought to herself. He knows how to provoke the reaction he wants in everyone. However, he won't be able to play with her - she will not let him.

"Because I want to help you, Sebastian."

"Help me?" He chuckled like a hyena. "There's no help for me, Scarlett. I don't know what words your smart head cannot understand. I don't want your help. "

"Why did you want to kill yourself? Why now?"

He looked away from her face and licked his lower lip, all the while looking at something vague in the distance.

"Do you really think it's the first time I've tried to do that?" He said coldly, and again with so much pain in his voice. ''Many times. Many ways."

"What stopped you?"

"Stopped me?" He sneered. "A web of unfortunate circumstances."

"I do not understand.''

"Trust me, Scarlett," he turned to her and met his eyes with hers. "The less you understand, the safer you are."

There was something in his words and voice that was not there before. It didn't sound like a threat, although it was supposed to look like that. It sounded like a warning to her. If she wants to live and not be in trouble, she should not stick her nose where it does not belong. But who could hurt her? He certainly can't. At least she did not believe he would harm her – although it was not wise to trust the killers and diagnosed psychopaths.

The problem was that she no longer believed that he was really a psychopath. Too many things he did and said deviated from that diagnosis. Is he really so capable and intelligent that he deceives her? To calculate and show every emotion he wanted? That sounded impossible even to a person like him.

Pushing the red button near the door of Sebastian's cell, she signaled to the guard that it was time to let her go. A few seconds later, the same guard appeared and let her out. As she walked slowly away, she watched Sebastian look back at her. He seemed to be thinking of some very difficult decision. Scarlett hoped it wasn't about the next attempt to take his life. Whatever it was, it wasn't up to him to end it.

Thomas was waiting for her in the same place where she had left him. He was leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed over his chest. A split lip gave him the label of a dangerous guy, but she didn't believe it was true. On the other hand, one should never judge a book by its cover. When he saw her, he straightened up like an arrow and gave her a worried look.

"Are you okay?" He asked her and found himself in front of her. She looked into his worried hazel eyes. "He didn't try to hurt you, did he?" She shook her head and pursed her lips.

"But something is wrong," he concluded. ''I see it on your face. Did he tell you anything? "

"I think I was right."

"About what?''

"That his psychopathy was misdiagnosed," she replied. "His reactions to things are not what a psychopath should have."

"Yes, you told me they never think they're guilty."

"Exactly," she nodded as they slowly walked away. ''He was crying in front of me, Thomas. When I asked him why he tried to kill himself, he even said that this was not his first time. He didn't want to live with things from the past. "

"But psychopaths know how to imitate feelings. Even to cry. "

"Yes," she said. "But this is not like that."

He nodded briefly, pursed his lips.

"But I guess he didn't say anything about his victims?"

"He refused to talk about it."

"Of course he refused," he snorted disapprovingly and ran his fingers through his brown hair. "Maybe he's just trying to waste our time. Maybe it is all one big game to him."

"Do you think he's capable of something like that?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "You tell me."

She spent a few moments in silence trying to think of one valid reason if Sebastian was capable of it. How could she know that? She had no evidence other than her own beliefs; and this is not a valid argument in situations involving the life of a person guilty of taking multiple innocent lives.

"He tried to warn me."

''What do you mean? To warn you about what?"

"Not to stick my nose where it doesn't belong," Thomas frowned. She could see that he was angry at Sebastian's comment from a distance away. He put his hands on his hips.

"In my job, when people threaten, it means they want to hide something."

''Yes, I agree. Therefore, I think there is more to it than what it tells us. "

''Do you think he lied to you? Maybe he's guilty of something else we haven't found out. "

"That's why I want you to take me to talk to Dr. Wilson. He will guide me on the right path. "

Thomas stopped the car in front of George Wilson's office, and it was a sign for Scarlett to get out of his comfortable Chevrolet. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Thomas asked, still with his hands behind the wheel.

''Of course I am. You have done enough for me today and I am grateful for that", she smiled kindly, and he reciprocated. "I'll call you when I'm done, okay?"

As soon as she said that, she realized that she might have started to cross the line of their professional relationship – especially after that kiss that made them both have amnesia and pretend it never happened. "That's fine, isn't it?'' Thomas laughed, revealing embroidery of pearly white teeth.

''Yes, Scarlett. Moreover, I would be very glad if you would call me", she felt her cheeks turn red and that made her feel like a high school girl all over again. As she walked away from his car, she felt his gaze on her. She knew he would watch her until she was completely lost inside the building. It was some police thing, she would say.

For the first time since George Wilson employed her, she didn't see Peyton at the front desk. Scarlett felt a heavy burden fall from her chest knowing that she had avoided another conversation with her. As she approached her mentor's office, she saw him coming to meet her from the opposite direction from his office. Wilson's face lit up when he noticed her.

"Scarlett, darling," he approached her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. ''How can I help you?''

"Can we talk in your office? It's about Sebastian", His face took on a serious expression, and his eyebrows arched in semicircles.

''Oh, of course, darling. Here," he pointed to the office, even though she entered and left it so many times that she could find it the dark without any problems.

"What's this about?" He asked her as he sat in his leather chair. There was a pile of paper on his desk again, but he didn't seem to care too much about it. Ignoring that, Scarlett sat down and got to the point.

"Did you hear he tried to kill himself?"

"Sebastian? Yes, Mr. Maynard called me. Very tragic, isn't it?" There was not the slightest hint of compassion in his voice.

"Who determined that Sebastian has psychopathy?"

"I believe it was Dr. Stein," he said, putting a cigarette in his mouth. ''Why?''

"I think the diagnosis is wrong," he stared at her in bewilderment for a few moments, and then burst out laughing.

"And if it is, darling, why does it matter? " He absorbed a huge amount of nicotine. "He will rot in his cell and will never see the light of day. There is no one close to you who would care. Why would that bother you? That doesn't change anything. "

"It changes for me."

''How? Do you think you can clear his name after the things he did?"

"No, quite the opposite. I want the truth to come out", they watched each other for a few moments. The cigarette in his hand burned almost completely, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were on her and she couldn't figure out what was going on in his head.

"Scarlett, tell me one thing," he cleared his throat as he said it. "Did Sebastian tell you anything?"

''What do you mean?''

"I think since he tried to take his own life. Did he tell you anything specific that would make you doubt the diagnosis?"

"Isn't it obvious to you? Psychopaths are not trying to take their own lives. They are too narcissistic for such an endeavor. He also told me that he had tried several times."

"Psychopaths are manipulative, Scarlett – Especially those who took other people's lives without pardon. Do you understand what I'm talking about, darling?'', He put out a cigar in a full ashtray without taking his eyes off it. Scarlett felt the heat and anger engulf her whole body. She wanted to punch him in the middle of the face. "Maybe it's better to think about the impact that Sebastian has on you before you come to hasty conclusions. They are not good to mess around with; they know how to imitate human emotions much better than you think. They can very easily turn you around and make you think what they want to present to you. "

"I think you're wrong, Dr. Wilson," she said demonstratively.

"You don't seem too sure of yourself, Scarlett."

"It's because you're trying to inject me with a worm of suspicion," she said boldly. "I understand what you are talking about and I agree with your statement. However, you didn't spend time talking to him. I am. I think that's why I have more reasons to be right and you are not. "

"You know what I think, Scarlett?" She stood in front of him, watching him questioningly. "I think you see in Sebastian someone who you could have saved, but you didn't succeed. Like Luke. Or Andrej. "

At the mention of his name, something in her chest hurt as if a thousand bullets had been fired at her. God, she wasn't aware she could feel so much pain again. Especially not when those two names are mentioned in the same sentence.

"Don't mention them! They have nothing to do with this, " she hissed, uttering words like poisonous thorns.

"I hope they don't," he sighed, lighting another cigarette. She wondered if he still had lungs at all, considering how many cigarettes he smoked a day. "Because if I happen to notice that you're overly emotionally involved in this case – I'm going to have to take you off."

Scarlett began to breathe shallowly and rapidly, figuring out the best way she could kill him. She didn't believe when they told her he was a selfish pig, but now she could see what everyone had been telling her about years ago. Looks like she had to work on a big case to see it.

"Don't worry, you won't need it," she broke over her lips, trying to control herself even though her jaw tightened abnormally with rage.

"I really hope so, darling. Feelings are a damn thing, Scarlett. Don't let them control you."