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“You will never get a single child from me. I will never allow it.”
“How can you contest it if you can’t speak?” He charged for me, and on instinct, I crouched, rolling to the side.
Andraius grabbed my robe, and I let him remove it from my body. As I jerked my arms free, I fell forward and tried to crawl away as fast as possible, but he grabbed my ankle and kicked me.
Pain shot through my leg, taking all the breath from my lungs. I countered with my other foot, kicking him in the stomach as hard as I could manage.
“You bitch.” He stumbled backward, and I managed to slide to my side.
Pulling the blade from the scabbard on my thigh, I held it hidden behind me. I would not let this bastard win. I refused to let this fucker get any piece of me.
One way or another, this was over.
My death or his. Fuck him. Fuck this whole situation. Fuck fate.
“All you had to do was behave. Be a good wife like Drakos has.”
I panted. “Are you kidding me? She’s insane, and you don’t even know it.”
“You’re jealous. Now I will teach you a lesson and take back this family.” He stormed in my direction as if he had no worries about overpowering me.
And in the past, it had been true.
But not anymore, motherfucker.
When Andraius was within reach of me, I pivoted and jabbed upward. The impact of my blade slicing into flesh reverberated into my wrist, forcing me to release the handle.
A gurgled cry escaped his lips as shock and rage glazed his eyes.
“You’ll pay for this.” He stumbled forward with outstretched hands, ready to grab onto me.
I barely scrambled out of the way of his fingers grazing my shoulder and slammed into one of the giant bookshelves in the back of the room. Pain exploded on the side of my head, making it almost impossible to see.
Through blurry eyes, I searched the area around me for anything I could use as a weapon.
This couldn’t be happening. I hadn’t fought this hard for it to end like this.
I willed my vision to clear. Slowly, things came into focus, and I found Andraius desperately trying to pull the hilt of the blade free of his body.
I should stay quiet, should let him speed up his demise, but I opened my mouth. “The blade is the only thing stemming your blood loss. Pulling it out is like popping a cork.”
“Shut up,” he gritted out. “You want me dead. Why would I listen to you?”
“You die either way. I don’t care.”
“I will use this blade to cut your tongue out.” Andraius jerked the blade free, not realizing he’d caused more damage to himself than I’d done with my initial stab.
Blood oozed from his belly, and he tipped over, landing on the floor. I couldn’t help but watch him stare off into the distance, gasping and wheezing as the life slowly drained from his body.
My attention shifted to my hands and the deep red of Andraius’s blood covering them. A sense of trepidation and elation filled me.
I finally did it. I finally killed him.
Seventeen
Theo
At around three a.m., I’d barely stepped out of a meeting with a shipping supplier when Xander screeched to a halt outside the building in his Spyder and ordered, “Get in the car.”
