A red haze descends over my vision.
He drugged my Abigail. He touched her. He violated her.
And I failed to protect her.
So many men have wanted my beautiful pet. Sick bastards who would do anything just to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.
Whether she wants them or not.
I may be a monster, but I’mhermonster.
I grasp her chilled hand and brush my lips over her knuckles.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “You’re safe.”
Behind me, Stephen groans through his broken jaw.
I carefully button her blouse so that she’s covered, hiding her from his covetous eyes.
The eyes that I’m about to pluck out.
“Don’t watch, Abigail,” I command softly, stroking her hair back from her cheek. Her lashes flutter. “That’s it. Close your eyes for me. I’ll take care of this. I’ll take care of you.”
I drop a kiss on her lips, and they’re far too still beneath mine.
Rage surges back to the fore, and I round on my enemy.
He’s crawling away from me, dragging himself along the aged cream carpet with his unbroken hand.
I smash his delicate bones with my heel, ensuring he’ll never hold a pen again.
Not that he’ll need to.
He’ll be dead within minutes.
A savage rush soars through my system, and if it weren’t for Abigail’s distress, I would bark a cruel laugh at the incredible high. As it is, I focus my righteous fury on the only thing that matters now: making him suffer in the short time he has left.
I surrender to the red haze, and I take out my retribution in blood.
When I return to Abigail, my hands are coated in gore. I frown down at them. I can’t let his filthy blood mar her body.
Now that I’m coming down from my vicious high, some of my rationality is returning.
There’s a dead body to deal with.
Ron was so easy to dispose of. Back in Charleston, the natural predator had done all the work for me. The alligator didn’t leave any trace of him behind.
But this…
Stephen is a bloody mess in a gallery in the middle of York. I hope to fuck there’s not a camera in this office.
Probably not, since he won’t have wanted a recording of what he was doing to Abigail.
My fists clench at my sides, and I wish I could kill him all over again.
I take a breath and force myself to think.
I’ll have to leave Stephen here. I don’t have a hope of dragging his body anywhere to dispose of it; there are too many tourists in the city for me to get him very far without someone screaming.
