In fact, the bastard dropped too quickly. One hit and he went limp.
Pathetic.
I made sure the man brought before me had committed an unforgivable sin for this exact reason.
Because my rage is too fucking big.
A few hits were never going to be enough.
The rapist deserved it.
And so much more. If anything, he got the easy way out.
This was supposed to calm me down, if only slightly.
Did it work?
Fuck no.
If anything, I’m even angrier now.
Angry at the bastard for dying too quickly, at Piper, my father, at myself.
Married.
Fucking married.
Married to my father.
My own bloody father.
Father.
Fuck that.
She’s mine.
He can’t have her.
And yet he does.
How?
Why?
Out of every woman in this world, why did it have to be her?
Too many bloody questions, and not a single answer in sight.
My fist freezes halfway through another punch as a thought slams into me.
The bruises.
I was so convinced they came from the husband.
Then there was Julian… that day at the academy.
But what if...
