“Stop!” Haven yells, but Rooke ignores her.
I ignore her.
My entire body has gone cold as invisible insects crawl over my skin, burrow into my hair, invade my brain.
Rooke fucked me.
Hefuckedme, and I don’t remember.
Is that even possible?
“You did fine for your first time.” The sick, twisted fuck has a smile on his face as he straightens his clothes. “Tell you what. When you get over yourself, give me a call, and I’ll teach you some?—“
My fist connects with his jaw. I don’t know who’s more surprised—me or Haven. Rooke hardly registers the blow, but when he looks back at me, there’s a dull look in his eyes that makes my insides quiver with dread.
The mausoleum was already cold, but it wouldn’t have shocked me to see frost blooming on the stained glass windows.
I don’t recognize the man standing in front of me.
His shoulders are hunched, his eyes darkly shadowed, a cruel smile pulling at his mouth. Even Haven takes a hurried step back, wrapping her arms around herself like he might turn on her any second.
“Told you, boy,” he rasps, lips lifting in a snarl as he fingers his jaw. “Only the first one’s free.”
Rooke crashes into me, sending us both to the floor.
Haven screams, and I feel her nails rip down my arm as she tries to drag me out from under Rooke. But he’s straddling me, one hand on my throat, the other slamming into the side of my head.
It only takes two blows before I’m seeing stars. Haven is yelling, but the sound billows in and out of earshot.
One more punch, and I’m swept under a tingling, icy darkness.
I don’t want to go. It means leaving Haven alone with a version of Rooke that terrifies me more than going back to prison.
But I don’t have a choice, do I?
…you gonna cry now, boy?…
I fucked up—again—and Haven has to pay the price.
Again.
Chapter 22
Haven
The crack of Kai’s skull against the granite floor is the worst sound I’ve ever heard.
Bastian’s fist connects with Kai’s face again. And again. Blood sprays across the stone, black in the dim light, and Kai’s not even fighting back anymore—his arms have gone limp, his head lolling with each impact.
He’s going to kill him.
And I’m just standing here like a useless pile of garbage.
Nope.
Fuck that.
A scream rips out of my throat as I launch myself at Bastian’s back.
