Page 285 of Cruelly Bitten


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“A knife, Izzy,” Mira snapped. “Cut off his fucking head.”

Why…?

I coughed, my mind still not fully functioning or understanding.

Mira was evil.

She’d betrayed me.

She’d given me to Cam. The evil version. The one who had nearly destroyed me.

And now… now she wanted me to… slice off Michael’s head?

Why are you helping me?I wanted to demand.

But it didn’t matter. Not yet. Not right now. Not with Michaels’s unconscious body a few feet away.

He needs to die,I thought, my brain hyperfixated on the task. I couldn’t hear Cam. Couldn’t feel him. Some sort of door had been closed when Michael had been about to fuck me.

I couldn’t figure out how to reopen it.

All I could focus on was ending Michael.

Destroying him.

Ripping his fucking head off.

A knife appeared in my peripheral vision, Mira having stepped up to my side.

I didn’t acknowledge her. Didn’t look at her. Just took the blade from her palm and crawled over to Michael’s prone form.

This man was fucking evil.

A monster.

A vampire who needed todie.

I rolled him to his back and drove the knife into his throat. Then I began tosaw. It wasn’t efficient. But that didn’t matter. He could fucking suffer.

I moved my hand up and down, side to side, destroying his neck one stab and slice at a time. Until finally there was apop.

And his head lolled to the side.

I stared down at him, my hands covered in his blood, my dress stained from my efforts. His pants were still undone, the sight of his waning erection making me sick to my stomach.

He’d been so close.Too close.

A sob ripped from my throat, my mind instantly connecting to Cam’s as he whispered,I didn’t make it in time…

I met his gaze in the doorway, my heart suddenly in my throat.

I didn’t make it in time to see you kill him,he said, completing his thought.I… I missed it.

I almost laughed.

Because of all the things Cam could be disappointed in, it was in not seeing me kill Michael. I pushed away from the floor and ran toward him. He caught me as I fell into his sturdy form, his knees on the ground taking the impact of me collapsing into him.

Then I kissed him.