My stomach tangled as her entire body scrunched up in agony.
Shit.
Four-hundred and five.
Four-hundred and six.
Four-hundred...and seven...heartbeats.
She’s having a heart attack.
Seconds whizzed past as the knowledge sank deep.
No!
Fate stole her death away from me.
I wanted to take it.
Her heart.
Her life.
Sheowedme.
But the very thing I’d stabbed in Daniel was now failing in Bonnie.
Thump—thump.Thump...
“Damn you, Bonnie.” I climbed to my feet, standing over her with the flower shears. I’d wanted to capture her soul as it escaped her body but destiny hadn’t judged me worthy. Perhaps claiming Daniel’s soul was all I was allowed. Bonnie’s belonged to more powerful entities.
The ghosts of my ancestor’s filled her chest cavity, slipping into heart chambers, blocking veins and arteries.
Her back arched as if an exorcism was performed. She reached for me. The greyness of her face slipped straight into starch white. “He—hel—help...”
“No...”
I backed away.
I wasn’t worthy enough to take her life, but I would watch every moment. I would stand vigil as she passed away at my feet and would cherish the moment when she existed no more.
But then the door swung in.
The fucking door swung and Cut entered.
He stormed into the room. Summoned by deep family bond, his posture switched from confident and assured to frozen in shock. His eyes bounced between me standing over his mother with sharp scissors and Bonnie convulsing on the floor. His eyes glittered, his face arranging into symptoms of disbelief, shock, and outrage.
How long did it take someone to die of cardiac arrest?
Die, Bonnie. Die.
The mantra repeated from when I’d killed Daniel.
Die, Hawk. Die.
“Fuck!” Cut launched into action, sprinting across the boudoir and slamming to his knees beside his mother.
She rattled and chortled, breathless and wheezing. Her eyes begged for help while her heart suffocated.
