“We will see about that. We really will, Miss Marchesi, for your sake I hope Daddy dearest will comply and come willingly. We have our ways here. If he doesn’t then I’m sure you’ll be useful in some other way.”
As he said that I spotted someone at the door. Outside the door. I hadn’t noticed before that it was one of those with the little sliding window that allowed you to pull it across.
It was one of those and Balthazar Kane stood outside it just watching. Watching me.
Looking at me with those cold calculative eyes that made me want to run and hide forever.
I’d never met anyone who could instill the fear of God in me with just one look. It was that sort of wild, maddening, psychotic look of a person who’d done wrong. A lot of wrong and in the worst of ways.
The way he spoke to me when we first met. Telling me that he’d fuck me as many times as he could before he killed me.
Who said things like that?
Who thought it was okay to say things like that?
Men like him.
I wished for Xander. I wished with all my heart for Xander.
Chances were I’d never see him again.
This would be it for me.
This would be my end.
This would be my end whether Pa brought the prints and did as they said or not.
