That terror on her face was totally justified, because she was about to witness a goddamn murder. In ten seconds I had every intention of ripping the dick off his body, feeding it to him at knifepoint, and then jerking it back out his ass before repeating the process.
A hand wrapped around my arm, silently warning me—my president, trying to calm me down. I shrugged it off, tuning out whatever the hell Pic was trying to communicate as I lunged forward, catching the little prick by the front of his shirt. I jerked him savagely into the center of the room.
A rushing sound filled my ears and in the distance I heard Mel scream. Then my fist connected with his face, sweet pain tearing through my knuckles as time slowed. Not just winning, but the rush of energy, the sweetness of the pain, and the incredible focus that hits when your entire existence narrows to one moment of terrible purpose.
I followed him, pounding his face into hamburger and savoring the fountain of blood exploding from his nose. More screaming cut through the fog of violence. I smiled, because from Mel it sounded sweet as hell. It worked for me, too. Simple, right? Arms came around me, strong arms dragging me off my victim before I could finish killing him. My best friend.
Melanie was still making noise. Yeah, you better beg for your life, bitch. When he looks at me, I know he is my brother, but all I see is our father trying to talk to me right now. It means so much to me. You have no idea how much I love you, Sarah. He flashes the same grin that our father has in the photo that I carried with me when I was growing up. I just want to say this to you. It feels monumental to witness you in a dress, makeup, and hair done. Add a review Your Rating: Your Comment:. Reapers Fire by Joanna Wylde.
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